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Mary Louise Ch. 01

By: mlyn



Chapter 1: Change Begins

Mary Louise walked into the living room of her family’s home and immediately knew something was different. The day had been pretty much like every other one of her senior year in high school. Graduation was just a few months away and she had already turned eighteen. She wanted to go to college, but she would have to sit the first year out and work.

That had been the first big surprise this year. Her father was co-owner of the main industry in their small town and she had assumed her parents would pay for her to go to college. But it appeared finances were tighter than her folks were letting on and it had been arranged for her to work as secretary in the offices the week after school ended.

She had dealt with the disappointment, but as the time drew near, it saddened her to hear her friends talking excitedly about their summer vacation plans and then the big changes the fall would bring to their lives as they went away to school. Of course, some were hanging around to attend the local city college, and even that would have been okay for Mary Louise.

“Hello, Mary Louise,” her mother called out to her.

She saw her parents were both in the living room, which was a little strange by itself. “Hi Mom, Dad.” She greeted them with a smile, slinging her book bag onto the sofa while she perched on the overstuffed arm. She was dressed as many others in her class dressed: blue jeans, sneakers and cotton t-shirt or top. Some of the kids of executives at the plant liked to wear expensive clothes to lord it over the plant staff’s offspring, but Mary Louise wore what she felt comfortable in.

“You’re a little late, aren’t you dear?” Jeanine Walters asked as she looked out the bay window, which overlooked the front lawn.

“Yeah, Mom. Barry and I stopped for a soda after school. He is still pretty excited about the scholarship he got to State.”

Bob Walters nodded his head. “He’s a lucky boy.”

Mary Louise knew what her father really meant. Barry was lucky for a kid whose father worked the production line in the factory. He was also really smart and had always worked hard. She was glad when he started paying attention to her. They hadn’t done any real dating yet, just in a group, but she was hopeful.

“Yes, well, your father and I need to talk to you about something. It’s good news, actually.” Her mother turned and walked towards her. She took a seat beside her husband, in one of the two chairs that faced the sofa.

As if they were a tag team, her father took over. “Frank Davis and his family are back in town.”

Mary Louise looked from one parent to the other. The snooty Davis’ had never been people her family consorted with other than her father’s business relationship with the father. They had one son, Rowdy, and he was good looking, according to what others said, but he was also seven years older than she was. Nodding her head, she replied, “That’s nice.”

Her mother nodded her own head briskly. “Yes, dear, and I knew you would agree.”

“Agree to what, Mom?”

“Your father has arranged a blind date for you tonight. Isn’t that exciting?”

Mary Louise frowned, looking from one parent to the other. Had they gone crazy? Parents didn’t do stuff like that anymore.

“Date? But I—”

Jeanine spoke quickly. “We really want you to go out with him, dear. He is such a nice boy and it’s only dinner. But I think you will have a good time.”

She looked at her father, but he was looking at the floor. Finally she nodded her head slowly. “Just the blind date?”

“Of course, sweetheart. But I just know that you will have fun. Now, we have to hurry for you to get ready on time.” Jeanine hopped up and grabbed her daughter’s hand, pulling her upstairs. They went into her parents’ room first and Mary Louise knew with a sinking feeling what was going to happen.

For the last few months, ever since she had gone with her mother to see the plant doctor, her mother had been giving her vitamin shots. She hated them and thought they were a waste of time, but her mother insisted they follow the doctor’s prescribed regimen. There were several bottles and the ones each day varied slightly. Mary Louise didn’t know which was for what and so on, because her mother kept track.

“Couldn’t we skip this tonight, Mom?” she asked while she watched her mother begin automatically checking the papers and then begin drawing up the correct dosage.

“No, darling. The regimen is quite strict and for your benefit. Now lower your jeans and bend over the bed. I’m ready.”

Mary Louise did as asked and soon felt the sting of a needle in each hip. Pulling her jeans and panties back up, she sat on the bed. “I guess I’ll shower and clean up in a little while.”

Jeanine looked over her shoulder at her daughter. “I have everything scheduled, darling. I thought you would enjoy some pampering so we are going to Aunt Lou’s as soon as you get out of the shower. So go scoot. Don’t bother washing your hair.”

A short time later she walked into her aunt’s hair salon, which was also the town’s barbershop because Mary Louise’s uncle, Lou’s husband, was also the city’s only barber. Her Aunt Lou smiled a greeting.

“I’m already for Mary Louise. Jeanine you can set the garment bag in the back.” Lou was picking up her cape, and gesturing to the chair for Mary Louise.

Slowly she got into the chair, feeling the cape settle around her and then her aunt talking to her again. “Scoop up your hair, sweetie.”

Mary Louise slowly pulled her waist-length, dark, rich auburn hair out. Her aunt had trimmed her hair a few times before, but this was a surprise. She felt Lou fixing the paper around her neck like they did for men’s haircuts when she came with her dad. That was strange. Then Lou turned the chair away from the mirror, and she was facing her mother.

Jeanine smiled. “This is very exciting, isn’t it, Mary Louise?”

“Uhm, I guess so.” She should tell her aunt that she only want half an inch at the absolute most taken off. The long rich, red fall of hair was going to look beautiful against her white gown at graduation.

“Also, as another treat, I bought you a new outfit to wear. It’s a little more grown-up than what you are used to, but your father and I are sure you are mature enough to wear it.”

Mary Louise was focused on her mother’s words. Mature clothing? They bought it for her! This couldn't be real, she argued silently.

Distracted by her mother and not facing the mirror, she didn’t see her aunt lifting her long, very sharp scissors. The first cut, and the most deadly was made before she even knew it was happening. A three-inch wide swathe of her hair had been sliced off above her ear. As the hair slid down the cape, Mary Louise saw it and screamed.

“Oh my God! Aunt Lou! What have you done?” Her hand flew to the side of her head that had just been shorn and she felt the cut, slightly uneven hairs right above her ear. This had to be a nightmare. Her mother loved her long hair. So did her aunt, or she was always saying how beautiful it was. “What are you doing?”

Jeanine pulled her hand back down and then she held both of Mary Louise’s hands tight to the arms of the chair. “Hush, dear. Aunt Lou is giving you a surprise haircut. We just know you will love it when it is all done and you see it for the first time.”

“You mean I can’t see it until then?” She asked in disbelief. She felt her aunt slicing more hair off, and again.

Aunt Lou spoke even as she sliced another two inches of hair from her niece’s head. “No, sweetie. Your mom and I agreed it was best to wait until the end. We don’t want you getting any wrong ideas before you see the finished style, all primped and perfect.”

As she finished speaking, the scissors closed over the last long swathe of hair on Mary Louise’s head. Even though she couldn't see, it was almost too easy to imagine how awful her hair had to look—half of it stopped above her ear, and the other half was hanging in long, much thinner tendrils like before.

“There you go. Now I pin this part up, and we’ll get rid of all that undercut.” 

Before Mary Louise could think, the shears zoomed around cutting those strands to the length of an ear-tip bobbed style, but it didn’t feel straight or neat. She felt shocked and numb as to what to do. What had her aunt said? Undercut? What is that? Then she realized that her mother was still clamping her hands to the chair and there was little that she could do. 

A few seconds later she heard a clicking sound, which was followed by a loud humming noise. Then Lou was pushing her head forward.

“Chin to chest dear!”

A moment later, Mary Louise felt the cold apparatus at the nape of her neck and zooming upwards. Since her aunt had drawn a line three inches above her ear and pulled the hair above into a clip, Mary Louise realized that the clippers were quickly eating away everything below that line.

Dear God! She yelled silently. My own family is scalping me.

She tried to think…clippers. They use those on men’s haircuts. I’ve seen them before. They rest against the head and cut the hair…oh no! In the past, the hair had always been super-short, like half an inch, or even shorter! She remembered the hair would sometimes lay flat afterwards, but usually it stuck straight out, too short for anything else.

Lou did the entire back of her head, and then folded one ear down and quickly demolished the hair at her temple and over her ear. As quick as possible, she did both sides. Then to Mary Louise’s surprise her mother released her hands. Were they done? Let me think. Aunt Lou cut just above my ears so if she evens that out…She’d have one of those chili bowl cuts, or step cuts. How horrible! Still, it would be three inches longer than what was clipped up…a moment later the clamped hair was released.

“Now we get to the fun part!” Aunt Lou announced, pulling over a cart that Mary Louise recognized as being used to give permanent waves. “Jeanine, you can hand me the papers and we’ll go a lot faster.”

Mary Louise saw her aunt pick up the smallest roller on the cart. It hit her like a ton of bricks what they were doing to her hair. She was being given one of those super-short “poodle” cuts, which she’d seen many older women wear. In disbelief she watched as her mother her handed aunt paper after paper, and she felt one tight curl, and then another being placed on her head. Soon her aunt was threading a skinny rod through certain rows.

“This makes the curls nice and straight and uniform. This is the difference usually between a home job and a professional. It’s like we always say isn’t it, Jeanine? Quality always tells!”

As her aunt and mother both applied several bottles of solution, Mary Louise fought against mental images of herself with a “poodle perm.” God! She’d be the laughing stock of her school. There had been other kids, over the years, which had suddenly radical haircuts, usually not their own choice. One girl was sent to camp for the summer and returned a one-inch pixie style cut. Mary Louise heard from others upon arrival, everyone, boys and girls received a crew cut. The most recent was a girl returning from reform school. Her hair had been super short all over except the top, where it was longer, but straight across. Someone had said it was a “flattop.” This was all she needed after the changes her body had decided to make all of a sudden.

Like a second puberty spurt, her body had begun to change. Her breasts had gone from a 34 B to a 36 D, and her hips seemed wider. As if that wasn’t bad enough, looking in the mirror, she had developed an impressive “booty.” These changes had not gone unnoticed by the senior boys. Guys who had never given her the time of day had been trying to talk to her lately. So far Barry hadn’t said anything, or tried anything either, but she would have been surprised if he had not taken note of the dramatic changes.

Her girlfriends were jealous and some girls at school had even chided her about getting fat all of a sudden. She had tried to talk to her mother, but each time Jeanine had merely shaken her head, telling her softly.

“Young girls bodies all change at different time clocks. Yours is on a different schedule and soon everything will be fine.”

Great! Now she could be the busty grandmother of the senior class. That is just what she needed, along with being stuck working at the plant, even if it was in the office.

Her aunt had placed cotton around her face and now she covered it all with plastic. “Come over here and have a seat under the dryer for a bit.”

With the dryer running, Mary Louise had a hard time hearing what the older women were talking about.

“The heat intensifies…the manufacturer says it lasts over a year or more this way.”

“How much shorter…specified one to two inches.”

And lastly she heard her aunt say, “I’ll take the bottom to skin…razor…blending with clippers.”

Mary Louise heard nothing to make her feel better. Before too much longer, they were applying the neutralizer, and then out came the curlers. 

Aunt Lou was running her hands through the super tight curls. “Oh, it’s perfect!”

Mary Louise felt her mother touching it lightly, but to her it mostly felt like her mother’s hand, held flat, was bouncing off the super coiled curls. “It’s what the letter said…the curls are really tight, aren’t they?”

“That’s the beauty of it, Jeanine. When she is too busy with…well, this kind of hair is no mess, no fuss upkeep. Wash, lightly towel dry and pick it out with a comb. It air dries and you’re done. If you want height and volume, you can brush or pick it out dry.”

“Yes, I know. Well, let’s get it done.”

Mary Louise could tell her mother didn’t like it. That didn’t surprise her because her entire life her mother had adored her long, dark auburn hair. She’d spend hours combing and brushing it, putting beautiful, expensive ribbons and barrettes in it. Even her father—

Oh God! What would her father think of this nightmare? He had always raved over her hair. At night, he would stroke it until she fell asleep.

Who wants to stroke a bristly poodle? It might be soft, like lamb’s wool, but it wasn’t the heavy, warm weight like silk. 

Suddenly she remembered the added roundness her face had taken on lately. She had thought the long, straight wings had made it look more slender. What was this going to make her face look like with a curly, tightly woven bird’s nest on top of her head?

The clippers were running over her head once more and she realized it was being cut even shorter. They moved much faster this time, and tiny little hairs seemed to fly out and land on her cape, sliding down slowly. And then her aunt took out a smaller clipper and ran it over the lower two-inches of her nape and one-inch over her ears.

“There you go, dear. I’m just blending it from smooth to one-quarter inch to the undercut at three-eighths inch, which extends about one inch into the curls. That will let the curls poof out like a mushroom cap. The short hair stands up and pushes the curls up from below, giving it the extra lift.”

That is exactly the description Mary Louise had been thinking, a big fluffy, round mushroom cap on the top of her head. It sounded so attractive she was sure Barry would just love it. Then she remembered her blind date tonight. Well, this cut should put Rowdy Davis off her, and that was one good thing.

Soon Aunt Lou’s scissors were moving over her hair and little curls were dropping everywhere. Some seemed to be complete circles and two inches long, or more. It was hard to tell, but it felt like Lou was taking the hair between her fingers, and cutting it close. Hopefully she was cutting off most of the curl!

“See Jeanine. See how nice and tight it still curls. I think this new solution curled it right to the root.”

Mary Louise closed her eyes and prayed this ordeal would soon end.

A whirring sound caught her attention and then she felt something warm being lightly rubbed along her hairline and over her ears. A second later there was a scraping sound, follow by a rush of cool air. 

Shaved! Her aunt was shaving her neck and over her ears just like a man would get at the barber’s. She’d seen her father and other men get the smooth finish of the straight razor, but they only did that if the hair was super short. Tears leaked out from her closed eyes. Why? Why did they do this to her?

“All done!” Lou announced and she began pulling off the cape the rest of the way.

Mary Louise felt the chair turned around and knew she was facing the mirror. She didn’t want to look.

“It looks just like you described, Lou. You did a wonderful job. Mary Louise, open your eyes and look.” Her mother prodded her shoulder. “Come on now, dear. You’re a young woman. Don’t be a baby, Mary Louise. Thank Aunt Lou for giving you such a wonderful short cut.”

“Why, Mom?”

“You are growing up and it is time for a woman’s haircut. You’ve outgrown long hair and childish ways. Soon you’ll be graduating, and working in the adult world. We don’t have time for temper tantrums,” she added tersely as Mary Louise resisted looking.

Finally Mary Louise opened her eyes. That couldn't be her, she told herself. She looked older, and she’d been right in her guestimate. It was exactly like the typical old ladies’ style, but it was even shorter! There was no hair at the sides to catch with your fingers, nothing to slide fingers through.

“Now, we’ll do your makeup for you,” Jeanine spoke softly and pulled out a stuffed makeup bag. 

Foundation was applied, which Mary Louise never used, followed by blush and powder to set it. Her mother outlined her eyes, and applied several shades of shadow, blending them to accent her eyes. As her mother began putting on the first of several layers of mascara, Lou made a suggestion.

“I have one of those lip enhancers left. Should we use that?”

“That’s a good idea. How does it work?”

Lou pulled out a small package. “I apply these fake lips over hers, and then using the blow-dryer for heat, the medicine is released.”

Mary Louise was told to stay perfectly still and then her mother and aunt applied pads over her mouth. Soon the heat was directed at it and she could literally feel it warming up. 

“Ow! Mom, it’s getting warm!”

“Hush, dear. It’s supposed to heat up to work. Focus on something else. How long does it last?”

Lou stopped and reread the directions. “If we can leave it on for thirty minutes, she’ll absorb the full dose. Wow! It will last a year.”

Mary Louise couldn't believe what she was hearing. 

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. I need to apply more mascara. You need to accent your eyes with this short cut.”

Time passed and Lou announced her lips were done. The patches were pulled off and Jeanine and Lou gasped. Mary Louise leaned around her mother and saw her lips looked a deeper, richer color and slightly swollen, or bee-stung.

“Oh, no!”

“Shh, Mary Louise. Don’t fret. It’s very popular, getting Botox and collagen injections.” Jeanine told her daughter quickly.

Lou, who was dabbing and cleaning all the medicine off, added, “That’s quite true, Mary Louise, and men really like full, pouting lips on a woman.”

“Lou!” Jeanine snapped, but abruptly smiled at Mary Louise. “You’ll look just more beautiful, dear. Okay, time for lipstick and then you can get dressed.”

Minutes later Mary Louise was in the clock room, removing her clothes. Her mother walked in as she was standing in her underwear. 

“Mom!” 

“Don’t fuss, dear. Now you need to remove your underwear. We have new everything, sweetheart.”

Mary Louise gasped when her mother handed her a lacy pink French cut panty to put on. After that she was given a skirt that came to just below her knees, but had a discrete, partially concealed slit in the front and a pleat at the back to make walking easy. The waist was elastic and had no belt. Her mother handed her a silky white short-sleeved blouse to put on and it buttoned up the front. The bottom was straight-edged, ending just below her waistline, but above her hips. If she stretched or reached for something, her bare midriff would show.


Mary Louise Ch. 01



“Where’s the bra, Mom?”

“You’re a big girl now, honey. You can wear this shirt without. In fact, from now on, I think it is okay for you to go without a bra, even to school.”

“Mom! I can’t do that!” Mary Louise protested, especially since she’d gotten so much larger recently.

“Of course, you can.” Her mother fastened the buttons up to her neck. She then looped a cardigan sweater, in the same pale yellow as the skirt, around her shoulders. “Your father and I approve, and that is all that really matters. There, you look lovely. Here is a nice pair of black flats. It is easier to walk in that kind of skirt this way.”

Mary Louise looked at her reflection in the mirror, but it had to be someone other than the girl she’d known all her life. 

“Almost perfect, Mary Louise. Take your earrings out.”

Mary Louise shook her head automatically. The one-inch gold hoops had been a present to her from her parents last year. Plus they were the only things about her that looked feminine in her opinion. 

“Don’t argue, Mary Louise. I have a new pair. Put these in now.”

Mary Louise removed the hoops and inserted very small single pearl balls into each ear. She didn’t think her mother could have picked a more “grandmotherly” style even if she’d tried. A moment later she heard her mother announce, 

“Let’s show Lou, and then we need to scoot.”

Mary Louise pulled the cardigan sides down, covering her breasts and then followed her mother.

*****

Her mother’s car stopped in front of the Davis’ mansion. “I thought he would pick me up at the house, Mom.”

“We decided this would be more convenient. Now hop out and have a good time.”

“Wait, Mom! I don’t have a purse, or any money.”

“You don’t need it dear. You are on a date and he pays for everything, silly goose. We’ll be home so there is no need for a key. Now go on, he’ll be waiting.”

Fifteen minutes later Mary Louise was seated next to the handsome Rowdy Davis. His light-brown hair was sun streaked to several shades lighter than normal. His tan made his blue eyes stand out more than usual, and Mary Louise had noted his muscular physique beneath his sports jacket and dress shirt. 

His parents had been almost sickening sweet and polite to her, and she had sipped a cocktail with them first. She could feel her head swimming a little from the alcohol. 

“I made reservations at Il Travatori. Do you like Italian food?”

Mary Louise had to clear her throat to answer. “Yes, yes I do. But all I’ve ever really had are spaghetti and lasagna.”

Rowdy smiled as he expertly steered the expensive large sedan-style car. Mary Louise had been surprised at seeing the sedate, silvery-gray vehicle and Rowdy had laughed.

“It’s my dad’s car. I drive a Ferrari usually, but my parents thought this would be better for a first date.”

“Oh, okay. Well, it’s a nice car.”

“Yeah. I’ll show you some of the cool stuff later.”

“All right,” Mary Louise murmured, accepting him at his word.

Dinner passed pleasantly. They were seated at a rounded booth, and Rowdy had the place settings put side by side with her at the middle of the “C” and he was right next to her. He helped her order and they had wine with their food.

Mary Louise was a little surprised no one checked her I.D. She realized that the haircut and clothes must really make her look older, and that didn’t help her feel better in the least. 

Rowdy kept the conversation flowing between them and she was surprised at how well traveled and educated he was. She assumed the gossip about him from years earlier, his high school time, must have been exaggerated or completely false. He complimented her appearance.

“You know most girls your age are still running around with long hair in their face and faded jeans. But you Mary Louise look quite mature and grown up with your hairstyle and makeup. Your dress style resembles the clothes a college girl, or a young working woman would choose.”

Mary Louise felt a flush move up her neck and across her cheeks. With her neck completely bare now, there was no way at all to hide it. She murmured a thank you, but didn’t tell him the style was new as of today.

Several times during dinner she felt his leg brush hers and move away. She tried not to act like a skittish, nervous schoolgirl. Finally, his leg settled against hers and didn’t shift away. She half-expected him to do something else, but he didn’t. The wine glass seemed to be refilled constantly, unlike her water glass. 

Partway through dinner he did ask her to do something. He requested her to sit straight, if she could, away from the bench seat. “It makes your neck and shoulders look so elegant. Do you mind?”

“No, uhm, not at all.” 

Mary Louise scooted forward a little, and then had to remove the sweater so it wouldn't hit the table. It wasn’t until they had finished dinner and she was eating dessert while he sipped a brandy she realized what was happening. When she sat like this, each time she leaned forward, her nipples rubbed against the edge of the table. By the time she was partway through the chocolate cake, her nipples were quite hard and weren’t relaxing once she sat up. Embarrassed she didn’t move for a few seconds, and then she realized that this wasn’t good. Now her breasts were resting on the table, as if it was a shelf for them. Quickly she pushed her cake away and reached for her sweater.

Mary Louise didn’t see Rowdy’s shrug as he realized she’d figured it out. This evening was a hundred times better than he had anticipated. The idea of what his parents wanted him to do, with this small town chickadee, had blown him away at first. Now he could see there were perks to every deal, even this one.

First of all, he’d been surprised that she’d shown up dressed according to the specifications, including the hairdo. That had to have happened fast. What he had not expected was the amazing tits the girl had. He’d have to get hold of them to be sure, but he would guess she was a 36 C, at least. The little game with the table had come to him when he saw her body brush the table a few times accidentally. Observing her for a few moments, he knew how to make it happen every time. The last half of the meal and dessert had been delightful. Her hard nipples now poked out three-quarters of an inch, at least, against her demure white shirt. And when her boobs plopped onto the table and just rested there every now and then, he thought he was in heaven.

“Are you done already?” he asked politely

Mary Louise nodded her head once, shifting her sweating and trying to pull the sides further forward.

He signaled for the bill and within minutes they were in the car. “It’s still early and I want to have you home by eleven, since tomorrow is a school day. We have time for a short drive if you like.”

“All right,” Mary Louise told him.

“How about going to a movie tomorrow night?” he asked her a few seconds later.

She was caught completely off guard. She was still surprised and pleased that he remembered she would have school in the morning. What was she supposed to say to his question? Her parents had promised her it was just the one date. Feeling his eyes on her, she nodded her head. “All right.”

“Great!” Rowdy told her.

A few minutes later he pulled off the road and drove to edge of the hillside, where a barrier protected cars from going over. There were several other cars there and she realized they were at the local “Lovers’ Lane.”

The radio started playing and it was soft and romantic songs. She could feel the heater running as he spoke.

“You can slip your sweater off if you want. The heater should be warm enough.”

Mary Louise nodded and then Rowdy tossed it onto the back seat.

“Now, here are some of the toys my dad had installed.” Rowdy pressed a button and the roof opened, revealing a still enclosed, but glass covering.

“Ooh, a moon roof!” Mary Louise said, tilting her head back to see.

“Which is always better viewed in this position!” As he touched something else, she heard a whir and felt something move. The seat behind her slid back into a recumbent position. She sort of dropped back even as she heard Rowdy’s lowering it as well. A second later he had shifted over and was directly beside her.

“Over there is the Orion belt. And this one is the Big Dipper,” Rowdy pointed with his left hand. “Follow the path with your eyes.”

Mary Louise was tracing the so-called route with her eyes when she saw his arm come down on the far side of her body. Before she could question his accuracy, the arm was moving across her. Rowdy’s hand fell onto her shoulder and pressed her flat to the leather.

“Rowdy, please.”

“Exactly what I was thinking, pretty girl,” he told her quickly. Rowdy loomed over her and then he kissed her.

Mary Louise relaxed a little as he continued to kiss her. He hadn’t gone any further. After a few seconds, he pulled back just a little.

“Have you ever been kissed before?”

“Of course,” Mary Louise replied quickly, affronted at his thinking she was a novice. She was just that, but she didn’t like other people assuming it about her. That was something else entirely! 

Rowdy smiled. “Relax, Mary Louise. Part your lips and I’m going to teach you how to kiss a man, not a boy.” Leaning down, he just continued to kiss her lips until her mouth opened. His tongue delved inside quickly. She was shocked at how easily he over came her resistance. The kisses kept on. Then he started lightly sucking on her lips, biting them gently, and then sucking more. Her lips started feeling tender and swollen, but she figured it was only due to the enhancer product her aunt had used earlier.

She lost track of how long this continued when suddenly he moved away and sat up. The seats whirred quietly back to their upright positions. All she could think of was how tender her mouth felt. What with the weird treatment earlier and now Rowdy’s aggressive kissing made them feel twice as big. Feeling hot, she reached for the automatic window control and lowered the window. Without thinking, she stuck her face out into the cool night air.

“Mary Louise! Is that you?”

Opening her eyes she saw that while Rowdy had been kissing her, the area had filled with more cars. A lot of the occupants were standing around the front and side of the car right next to Rowdy’s. The girl calling her name was from her class. 

Someone else noticed as well.

“Hey, Barry? Isn’t that your new girl, Mary Louise?”

Before she could do anything, Barry walked over and saw that it was indeed she. In the darkness, he seemed to not notice the change in her hair. Suddenly she heard the other car door open and Rowdy stood up.

“Mary Louise and I are going to the diner for a soda. Any of you want to join us? My treat.” Several people agreed quickly—free food! “Great! We’ll see you there.”

Mary Louise watched in horror as Rowdy started the car and backed out. He started driving, but then she thought he was lost because he was going in the opposite direction of the well-known teen hangout. By the time they arrived, there were quite a few cars already there. He came around and held her door as she got out.

“Looks like quite a few of your friends decided to join us. I thought you might enjoy spending some time with them before we head home.”

He sounded so nice about it that she felt like she couldn't object. She started walking towards the entrance. He stopped when they were but a few feet away.

“Just a second, Mary Louise.” He stepped close behind her, brushing his fingers across the nape of her neck. She didn’t feel him unbutton the top two buttons. She took the first step up when suddenly he stumbled and fell against her. Gasping she fell a little forward, but Rowdy’s hands stopped her. The problem was his hands were covering her breasts and before he released her, he squeezed her breasts hard, three times, and then tweaked her nipples as he released her. “God! I’m sorry, Mary Louise,” he mumbled a second later. “I’m not usually such a clumsy jerk.”

“No, no, it’s all right. Luckily we didn’t fall down.” She pushed the door open and walked into the brightly lit diner. Quickly she saw that enough people had come along to fill nearly four tables. They were occupying two adjacent booths and pulled two tables close together. Obviously they were keeping the waitresses busy with their orders.

Mary Louise noticed they all fell quiet as they approached. Behind her Rowdy spoke, “Sorry we’re late. I must have taken a wrong turn.”

“Over here, Mary Louise. I saved you a seat.” Her friend, Karen, was waving, pointing to an empty booth seat.

“Thanks,” Rowdy replied, gently pushing Mary Louise forward. “We’ll just push in, if that’s all right.” As soon as she was seated, he sat beside her. Turning to the waitress, he ordered. “We’ll have two coffees, please, and I’m picking up the tab for this ‘wild bunch.’” 

The guys all laughed at his joke. 

Mary Louise sat quietly, listening to everyone chatting back and forth. She knew that she responded a few times and was intensely aware that once they were served their drinks, of which she’d never had coffee before in her life, Rowdy put his arm around her shoulders.

“There,” he added with a smile. “This gives a bit more room.”

Mary Louise heard Karen and her boyfriend laugh. 

“I didn’t know you drank coffee, Mary Louise,” Karen commented a moment later.

She opened her mouth to reply, but Rowdy reacted more quickly.

“This is the new, all-grown up Mary Louise. She even enjoyed wine with our dinner tonight. Hopefully she won’t have a hangover during class in the morning.”

She tried to sip the hot coffee, but it made her more aware of her tender, swollen lips. Soon she became aware that Rowdy’s hand had slid down from her shoulder and was idly resting just over her breast. She’d often seen other couples sit like this, but she was intensely aware of precisely how close he was to accidentally touching her breast, and more specifically her nipple.

The first touch happened when someone asked her to pass the extra spoon so they could share a milk shake. Leaning back afterwards, his fingers had seemed to randomly drag across the taut nipple. Already tender, it budded up tight and hard once more. The next time was when Rowdy shifted to pull his wallet from his pocket without removing that arm. As he moved again, his hand cupped her nipple for a few seconds. When his hand moved away, her breast was released and jiggled from the slight drop.

Mary Louise was quite glad when Karen asked her to go to Ladies Room with her. As she started to walk away, Rowdy called out.

“Don’t be too long, honey. I have to have you home before eleven.”

Inside the bathroom, Karen stared at her. “What are you doing? Are you crazy? I thought you liked Barry. He’s been staring at you since you arrived. And your hair! My God, Mary Louise!”

Tears filled her eyes and she turned to grab some paper towels. “I know, Karen. It was my mother’s idea. The haircut is awful, isn’t it?”

Both girls turned to stare into the mirror. Her friend’s hair had been almost identical to hers in everything except color. Karen was shaking her head.

“It’s a poodle cut,” Karen explained. “That’s what my grandmother calls it and all her friends have the same thing.” She pushed against the curls. “It’s so tight.” She pulled on one curl. “Oh my God! Mary Louise it’s so short. I thought maybe it was just curled round.”

Mary Louise dabbed at the mascara that had run just a bit. “I know. I hate it.”

Karen nodded in agreement. “Who is this guy?”

“Rowdy Davis. My father apparently set me up on a blind date with him.”

“But he’s older!”

“He’s 25, and they don’t seem to care.” She turned and walked into one of the stalls. “I need to pee,” she said, but didn’t close the door. It was hard getting the slim skirt up but she finally managed and sat down.

“Why are you wearing that skirt? And those shoes?”

“My mother was so excited—she bought me this as a new outfit for my date. I think they both have gone bonkers.”

Karen laughed. “I guess so. My parents would kill me if I dated a guy that old.”

“That’s what I thought too.” Finished, she struggled to get the skirt back down and then washed her hands. Staring into the mirror, looked at her hair, and then for the first time she reached up and felt it. The curls were tight and crisp feeling. That was probably due to the gel or mousse she saw her aunt using. Reluctantly she rubbed her fingers over the clipped sides. “Oh, Karen. It’s so short!”

She slid her fingers up into the curls. “Oh no! Look, it’s cut up underneath the curls too.”

Karen helped pull the curls up and they both saw the clipped area went up another inch. “I don’t know why they did that. I don’t think Grandma’s hair is like that.”

“My aunt said something about the undercut, which is what that is, and it would support the curls.” She dabbed at her lips again. “Well, we better go, I guess.” 

As they walked back to the table, Mary Louise realized that she should have let Karen go first. She noticed almost immediately that quite a few people stared at her jiggling breasts as she walked past. She was grateful that Rowdy stood as she neared. She bid everyone a quick goodnight and almost ran out of the diner.

On the drive to her house, Rowdy talked of the people he’d met this evening. Hearing him talk about some of them, made her realize how childish some of them still were. She started to open the door as soon as the car stopped, but realized it was locked.

“We still have ten minutes before you have to be in, Mary Louise. That’s lots of time,” he murmured as he slid towards her. His strong arms pulled her close and he started kissing her once more, almost immediately sucking her lips in between regular kisses. She stiffened when she felt his hand touch her bare midriff. “Relax, honey. It’s all right. I just want a chance to feel these luscious titties of yours I’ve been drooling over all evening.”

Mary Louise struggled and tried to push at his hand, but he was too strong. A moment later he closed his hand over her furthest breast. He pressed the nipple against his palm, rotating it around and then just squeezing. His mouth slid to the side of her neck, just below her earlobe and he started sucking on her skin.

“You have incredible boobies, babe. I should imagine you’re real popular with all the boys.”

Mary Louise couldn't believe how he was talking to her. “No…no, I’m not. I’ve never dated before. No one’s ever touched me—”

“Aah,” his sigh stopped her. “That’s good to know.”

He gave one last hard, stinging suck on the tender skin on her neck, two firm squeezes to her breast, and then a quick, firm tweak to her nipple, and then moved away from her. “I had fun tonight, Mary Louise. I’ll pick you up tomorrow let’s say seven-thirty. We’ll have dinner and see a movie.”

The door unlatched and Mary Louise fumbled with the handle. She stumbled up the stairs and into the front door of her home. Leaning back against the door, she couldn't believe that she was finally back home. This whole night had been a nightmare. She’d been thrown head first down a rabbit hole!

“Mary Louise, darling! We’re in the living room. Come in and let your father see how nice you looked for your big date tonight!”

Mary Louise walked into the living room slowly, realizing that it had only been seven hours since she’d last been in here, but it seemed more like a lifetime ago. She felt her father staring at her for what felt like an hour when her mother prompted him again.

“Isn’t she lovely, Bob? Our little baby has grown to be a woman almost overnight.”

Her father looked away as he replied. “Yes, she does, real nice, Jeanine.”

Her mother came over and hugged her. “See dear, I told you daddy would love your new short haircut. You look just darling. Now it’s getting late and you have school tomorrow.”




Mary Louise Ch. 01



Feeling defeated, Mary Louise went upstairs to her room. In the dresser mirror she saw for the first time what her parents had seen. Her lips were all swollen again, and her hair was messed up. It was puffy in some places and not others, as if fingers had run through it. Looking at her shirt she realized that Rowdy’s accident earlier had caused wrinkles in her blouse, but only over her breasts. And now, the breast he had given his attention to in the car had a hard, taut nipple, which poked out more than half an inch defiantly beneath the lightweight fabric. She looked like a slut.

Crying softly, she pulled her clothes off and tossed them on the floor. Crawling in bed, she soon fell asleep.

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Mary Louise Ch. 02



Out of her Hands

“Wake up, Mary Louise! You’ve overslept! You’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.”

Mary Louise lifted her head and saw her mother standing in her bedroom. “What?” she asked groggily.

“It’s late. You only have ten minutes until the bus comes. Throw some clothes on and I’ll pack you some breakfast along with your lunch.”

Dragging herself out of bed, she peed first and then went to her closet. She had to blink her eyes because she must have gone into someone else’s room. Hanging in her closet were only dresses and skirts and blouses. She didn’t see any of her regular clothes.

“Five minutes, Mary Louise!”

Frustrated she grabbed a white blouse, dark skirt out of the closet and went to her drawer. Rifling through the drawer, she could only find panties, no bras. Quickly, she pulled on the clothes, slipping her feet into the flats, she ran downstairs. Her mother was by the door.

“You look just fine, dear. I was afraid you’d forget socks.” Her mother pulled out a pair of white anklets. “You can’t go without some kind of sock or stocking on. There you go, now I’ll see you after school. Have a good day!”

Mary Louise ran to catch the bus, which was hard in the tight skirt. As she walked down the aisle, she was aware of people giving her the strangest looks. Slipping into an empty seat, she set her book bag beside her. In less than ten seconds, she heard the voice of the kid who had lived next door all her life and annoyed the hell out of her.

“Who scalped you?”

“Go away, Kenny!”

“No, really girl. What’s with this fuzz ball look? Not to mention other significant changes, which have been duly noted by many others than just yours truly. Are you on hormones?”

“No, just some vitamin shots the doctor told me to get.”

“Why the change in clothes? Weirdsville, M.L. Trust me.”

“My parents bought me some new clothes. No big deal.”

“Whatever,” Kenny said but he continued to lean over the seat until her friend Karen got on and walked back. Reluctantly he sat back, giving up his view of Mary Louise’s fabulous bouncing boobies. Never before had he been so thankful for potholes!

“Uh, what’s wrong, Mary Louise?” Karen asked as she sat beside her friend.

“I overslept. It appears all my old clothes are gone and this was all there was in my closet.”

“Okay, but did you look in the mirror?”

“No, why?”

“Because your baby poodle turned into over grown sheepdog over night.”

“Oh my God!” Mary Louise lifted her hands to feel her hair. She realized that it did feel fuller, puffier and springier. “What am I gonna do?”

“Don’t worry. We’ll have ten minutes before class. We can go into the bathroom, wet it down so the curls settle back down. It should be fine. No sweat.”

“Thanks, Karen.”

In the bathroom, Mary Louise bent over the sink while Karen tried to splash enough water on the thick nest of hair to get it wet. Neither was sure they were making progress and each time Mary Louise stood back up to look in the mirror water ran down, wetting her white blouse. There was no disguising her bra-less state now. The bell rang and they were nowhere close to being finished.

Mary Louise looked into the mirror, feeling hopeless. “You go, Karen. No need for both of us to be late. You have two minutes until the second bell. I’ll stay here and work something out.”

Once the bathroom door closed, Mary Louise bent over once more trying to get more water to soak into the dense nest of curls. Finally, frustrated, she rubbed her fingers angrily through the hair, trying to finger comb through it. That actually worked the best she realized, but it also ended up wetting her shirtfront pretty thoroughly. Gratefully she put on the cardigan her mother had thoughtfully put with her book bag and ran to class. She scooted through the door just as the bell rang.

Karen stared at her as she sat in front of her. She whispered, leaning forward. “That’s a little better, don’t you think?”

“It will have to do because my shirt is all wet!”

“Attention class!”

*****

By the time class ended, Mary Louise couldn't leave fast enough. She didn’t expect a ride home with Barry today, so she caught the bus. She ignored Kenny all the way, but he kept on hanging over the seat, pestering her. With great relief she walked into her house.

“Hello, darling. I hear you have another date with the eligible bachelor tonight.”

Mary Louise felt her relief fade away. She’d forgotten about the date tonight. Slowly she nodded her head. “Do you think it would be okay if I called him and cancelled? I don’t think he would really mind. I bet he only asked me for a second date because he felt he had to.”

“No!” Jeanine practically snapped at her. “You cannot cancel at this late time. And I am sure he wants to spend time with you darling or he would not have asked.”

Mary Louise shrugged, not really believing it. “I think I’ll take a nap before I shower and get ready, if that’s all right with you Mom?”

“Of course, Mary Louise. I’m sorry I snapped. I’ll wake you up in time so sweet dreams!”

Almost instantly she fell asleep. It seemed like a minute later and her mother was gently shaking her awake.

“Rollover onto your tummy, dear. I’ve got your shots ready.”

“Oh, Mom! Please, can’t I skip them today?”

“No Mary Louise. It’s very important you take them every day at approximately the same time. I know they will help you.” Quickly and efficiently her mother gave her two injections, one in each hip. “There you go dear. Now take your shower and I’ll fix your hair and makeup.”

At seven twenty she was sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for her date to arrive. Her hair was once again in tiny, tight curls, held in place with mousse. Her mother generously applied her makeup, using a dark mauve shade on her lips tonight. She was surprised to find a dress lying on the bed when she came out of the bathroom. Against her wishes, she was wearing it now. It was pink, buttoned down the front past the loose waist down to wear it ended just below her knees. It was fuller cut, being pleated. It had short, puffed sleeves and the neckline was at her collarbone, and had a rounded collar. Over her shoulders and tucked under the collar of the dress, was a matching sweater. The same as the previous night she had no bra on and only skimpy panties, also in pink. Instead of nylons, her mother had her put on a pair of white anklets, which folded down neatly to her ankles. The black flats completed her outfit.

The doorbell made her jump nervously.

“I’ll get it, dear.” Jeanine announced and hurried to the door. “Hello Rowdy! It’s lovely to see you again. Welcome home!” 

Mary Louise could hear faint talking but couldn't hear any particular words until her mother spoke again.

“Mary Louise is waiting quite patiently for you in the living room. She told us what a wonderful time she had with you last night. You certainly wore her out because she overslept this morning.”

At that moment, her mother and Rowdy entered the room. The look in his eyes caused the flush on her neck to move higher.

“Since this is Friday and not a school night, is it okay for me to keep Mary Louise out later?” Rowdy asked politely.

“Oh, yes, her father and I discussed this before he left for the lodge meeting. Anywhere between one and two is fine. We’ll leave the front door unlocked since Mary Louise won’t be carrying a purse.” Her mother was ushering them towards the front door. “It’s so wonderful, I told Mary Louise, to be going out with a real man who is used to taking care of things for a woman. She can really appreciate that.”

“All right, Mrs. Walters. I’ll take good care of her. Good night.”

Mary Louise felt Rowdy’s hand grasp her elbow and they started walking towards the street where his car was parked. She was surprised to see him leading her to a large SUV. The windows were tinted so it wasn’t until he opened the door for her that she saw her friend Karen, with her boyfriend Donny, were seated on the backseat.

“Hi Mary Louise.” Karen and Donny both greeted her.

Rowdy helped her climb into the vehicle. “I thought you’d enjoy a double date with your friend. We’re going to the opening of the Drive-In Theater. The food won’t be as classy as last night, but I thought you would have fun.”

Mary Louise smiled and nodded. Perhaps she’d gotten the wrong impression of Rowdy after all? 

The drive was filled with conversation and laughter. Once they arrived, they had thirty minutes until dusk, so Rowdy and Donny went to the Refreshment building for some dinner food. They’d go back later for popcorn or snacks. Karen immediately popped her head between the two front seats.

“I didn’t know a thing until Donny picked me up tonight. They must have planned this last night while we were in the bathroom.”

Mary Louise nodded. “Well it is nice knowing you are here. I think we’ll have a good time. Did you see what is playing?”

“I didn’t pay attention. Knowing Donny it’s probably action or surfing.”

“That is probably a good bet.”

They shared sandwiches, French fries and sodas. As the movie was starting, they were hurriedly clearing out the trash. As Rowdy returned to the car, Donny passed a blanket forward.

“In case you get cold. The nights here are still chilly sometimes.”

As Mary Louise nodded, she became aware of the commotion in the backseat. To her amazement she saw the second seat folded flat and Karen and Donny were now seated near the back, huddled under a blanket on the left side. Donny grinned and gestured towards the right.

“We’ll take the left, since you have the wheel up there.”

“Great,” Rowdy said and then turned a switch and Mary Louise’s seat started to recline until it was flat. He pulled a couple of pillows that Donny had tossed forward and put them on the seat. “Now we can be comfortable and not get a leg cramp.”

Mary Louise knew her mouth was open as Rowdy joined her on her seat and began arranging the pillows and the blanket. 

“Lay back, Mary Louise. This should give you a good view of the movie.”

Nervously she complied, unable to think of a good reason to deny him. Soon she was resting her head on a pillow next to Rowdy’s. She was intently aware that he was turned sideways and looking at her, not the screen. Soon the music for the movie came on.

Rowdy spoke to her softly, under the cover of the movie. “Let me undo a couple of these buttons and you’ll feel more relaxed.”

Her hands were caught under the blanket and he skillfully had the first four buttons undone before she could stop him. She was aware that her dress was now unbuttoned to just above the waist.

“There is nothing worse than lying down in restrictive clothing,” he added while his fingers lightly toyed with one of the buttons. A second later his hand slid under the fabric and he felt the warmth of her breastbone. “I’m glad to see you aren’t wearing a bra. Personally I hate the things.”

His hand eased further over and covered her right breast. Almost idly he began squeezing, caressing and tweaking her nipple. 

“You do have the nicest breasts. I’d like to see them,” he told her calmly. Before she could decide what to say or push his hands away, he released several more buttons and folded back both sides of her dress. “Wow! Now this is lovely,” his hand moved from one mound to the other. “Round like hilltops and topped with the most luscious of fruits. I think they beg to be tasted, don’t you?”

It was stupid, but she replied. “What?”

“Your wonderful big titties my dear. They beg to be sucked and licked. I wonder if I suck them long enough, how far I can distend them? Of course, I’ll have to suck hard.” His head lowered and immediately he was sucking her left nipple into his mouth. 

Mary Louise gasped as Rowdy sucked and pulled on her nipple, first the left and then the right. She had no idea how long he continued to play and suck, but she noticed his hand was under her skirt and pushing down her belly and through her thick thatch of pussy fur.

“Aah, I see you still have a full, thick bush, eh? Do you trim? It doesn’t feel like it. Move your thighs apart, Mary Louise. There you go, good girl. Let me see. I’ll just wiggle my fingers around a bit.”

Her hips jerked hard.

“There we go that’s what I was looking for.” He stopped talking and began stroking, caressing and generally diddling her clit. Her frantic gasps filled the vehicle and just as her climax hit, Rowdy covered her mouth with his. Afterwards he muttered against her lips. “That was sweet. I had no idea you were so hot. Let’s try that again.”

Mary Louise shook her head side to side. “No, we shouldn't.”

“Yeah, we should. We’re just making out, after all,” he told her and proceeded to work her clit again. This time he took her to the crest, but refused to send her over the edge until the third time. As he released her to the hard orgasm, he kissed her mouth, swallowing her cries of passion.

Damn, she was choice, Rowdy thought as he watched her writhe in passion. So far they’d done every thing as planned. This was the right weekend, according to her mother. Turning his head, he saw the movie had progressed to the love scene. Quietly, he drew Mary Louise’s attention to the screen. He had found this to be a powerful aphrodisiac for most women.

“Watch the screen, sweetheart. He’s about to show her how much he loves her. Feel my hand, still cupping your pussy. It’s such a hot, sweet honey pot. Feel all that honey oozing out?” he paused and let his fingers move around in the slick juice. “I think it aches for something, don’t you?”

“What?” Mary Louise asked in a daze. She was confused by the passionate response of her body. Was her answer important?

“I think a hot little pussy needs to be filled over and over. Do you know what your pussy wants?”

Mary Louise shook her head.

“Aah, it needs cum, Mary Louise. Your pretty pussy needs gallons of it. I can feel your sweet puss asking for all my hot seed. Tell me you want my seed, Mary Louise.”

Mary Louise was hot, aroused, and confused. His fingers were driving her crazy and after three orgasms, for a virgin, she was lost! 

“Come on baby. You know you want my cum. Tell me, baby.”

Mary Louise couldn't think straight and nodded her head. She realized that she had to speak. “Yes.” 

Rowdy groaned and suddenly rolled on top of her. In seconds her panties were gone and her thighs pulled up and pressed to her chest.

“Hold still, Mary Louise. It will hurt a little at first, then it will get better.”

She suddenly awoke from the fog and felt his cock pressing against her tender flesh. “We shouldn’t—”

“Yes we will! It’s too late to turn back, Mary Louise. This is the only way!” And he thrust into her body. Her wetness lubricated his passage and she suddenly felt stuffed. He pulled back and thrust again fully and deeply into Mary Louise’s body, buried to the hilt.

“God! That feels great! Rock your hips honey. And remember to try and relax. Yeah, that’s it. Rock just like that. Again!”

Finally she could hardly breathe. Rowdy jerked forward and pounded into her, bouncing off her belly and his balls loudly slapped her ass. Groaning loudly, he shoved hard into her and emptied his balls of their potent seed. When he pulled out, he grabbed his pillow and shoved it under her hips, elevating them.

“Stay like this, Mary Louise. You’ll feel better,” he told her quickly and then lay down beside her again. In the dim light he could see her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her nipples were still hard and distended. He reached over and started to squeeze and pull on them again.

Mary Louise was afraid to move. She’d just made love for the first time. She was no longer a virgin and it had happened in a car. Then she realized that Rowdy was playing with her breasts again. Already she could feel passion rising inside her. Surely she could resist him?

In the quiet, she realized she could hear noises coming from the back seat.

“Donny, no!”

“Why not? You can’t say because your friend doesn’t. What did you just think all that bouncing was? Your perfect Mary Louise just got fucked at a drive-in theater. Come one, baby. You know you want to.”

“What about a condom?”

“I’ll pull out in time, trust me. Besides Mary Louise and Rowdy didn’t use one!”

Suddenly Rowdy spoke loud enough for the others to hear him. “Go on and fuck him, Karen. You know you want to. Let Donny do it. You don’t want Mary Louise to be the only beautiful girl who’s dripping cum do you?”

Mary Louise gasped at Rowdy’s coarseness. He looked at her, smiling.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s the truth. No need to hide it or cushion it away. All day tomorrow you’re going to feel my cum leaking out of you. Every time you move, or cough, you’ll be reminded of how it felt to feel my cock inside your cunt, spraying every vulnerable inch of your fertile womb with my seed.”

“Why…why didn’t you use a condom?” she managed to ask.

“Because I hate them, just like every other red-blooded American man. Now shh and let’s listen to your friends fucking.”

Mary Louise gasped at his coarseness. But it was impossible to ignore the sounds coming from the back of the car, or the jostling movements caused to the shocks.

“Donny…no…you promised we’d wait.”

“That’s when you had a pact to remain virgins with Mary Louise. Well, that’s over so I figure let’s just do it.”

There was silence for a moment.

“Oh, God! You feel so good, honey. Don’t worry; you’re going to love this. Trust me!”

“Donny…oh…unh!”

“Oh, yeah. God! You are so tight!”

Then there was just a rocking motion until Mary Louise heard Karen pleading with Donny.

“You promised! Pull it out…hurry!”

“Yeah, sure, baby. No problem…aah…give me just another second…Oh shit! Yeah! Oh God!”

“No!”

Mary Louise didn’t need to hear anymore. Her friend had just been thoroughly fucked, the same as she’d been. Now what?

“Hey, Donny!”

Rowdy called out a short time later.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go for some snacks before round two.”

“Sounds good, man.”

Mary Louise didn’t move other than pull the blanket up to cover herself completely. She could hear rustling movements in the back.

“Are you okay, Mary Louise?” Karen called out a few moments later.

“Yeah, I guess so. You?”

“I can’t believe he went ahead and came inside me. That is so dangerous. I mean we’re both disease free, but that doesn’t eliminate the other risk.”

Like a light bulb, Mary Louise realized she was in the middle of her cycle. Too scared to say anything, she remained quiet.

“Did it hurt?” Karen asked a few seconds later.

“Not bad, like I expected.”

“Well, that’s something at least. The good thing is that no one else will know about this. Our reputations will be safe.”

Soon Rowdy and Donny returned. They boisterously ate and drank. As the second movie started, so did they. Mary Louise heard Donny telling Karen shortly after the credits rolled.

“Karen! What’s the big deal? We’ve already done the deed. Your cherry is gone so what’s the big deal. Come on, honey. Just slide down and take it in your hands.”

Mary Louise startled at Donny’s words. Before she could react, or think, Rowdy was sucking on her breasts again.

“God! I love these big knockers, Mary Louise. If I were still in school, I’d grab you between every class just to feel you up! Wiggle for me honey. Move your shoulders and shake ‘em good. More!”

Mary Louise did as he asked. She was intently aware of the cool air on her breasts and how they jiggled and bounced with every movement. There was no missing him removing the pillow beneath her hips suddenly and settling between her thighs. Quickly she asked him, “What about a condom?”

“No way, honey. It’s already a done deed, like Donny said. What’s a little more? Shh. You like it…you know you do. Now just hush.”




Mary Louise Ch. 02



Rowdy shoved his cock inside her and without further ado Rowdy started thrusting away. Mary Louise had no idea how long she laid beneath him as he rutted away but finally he stiffened and jerked his hips forward. Deep inside her body, she felt hot pools forming. Finally he rolled away and this time she heard a loud sucking noise followed by a wet “plop” sound. Heat flooded her face as she realized that was his cock leaving her body.

“Tight as a glove, baby!” Rowdy said as he pushed the pillow under her hips again. He then scooted back to his seat and started munching on popcorn and watching the movie.

Slowly she heard noises from the back again.

“Oh God! Yeah baby. Suck me. Oh, yeah…that’s it. God Karen!”

Mary Louise looked at the screen and realized another X-rated movie was being shown. This time the man and woman were having dinner at a fancy restaurant.

“Remove your panties! Now!”

Mary Louise gasped in surprise, but the woman did it.

Donny spoke from the back seat. “See, Karen! Now that’s safe sex!”

On the drive home, Rowdy made her sit with her dress pulled wide open, baring her tits. He rolled the window down so the cooler night air had her nipples hard and long. At Karen’s, her friend hopped out without saying a word and ran straight into the house. As Rowdy pulled up to Donny’s house, the young man came up to the driver’s side window. Sticking his hand in the two clasped for a moment.

“Thanks, man! It was great, just like you said!” Donny stopped for a second. “Holy cow, Mary Louise! Those are the biggest tits I’ve ever seen.”

Rowdy shocked her a moment later by telling Donny, “Go round to her side and you can feel her up real quick.”

Like a rocket, Donny shot around to her side. Through the open window, he shoved one hand at her and started to touch the nearest breast. Then as if he realized time was short, he grabbed her breast and squeezed it, hard.

“Ouch!”

“Careful, kid. That’s not how you handle prime goods.”

“Sorry,” Donny mumbled and gave a pat to Mary Louise breast as he released it. “Night and thanks again.”

Rowdy drove to her house in silence. Parking in front, he scooted over to her again. Immediately his hand covers one breast. “There, there. Is your pretty titty all better?”

“Um, yes. I guess.”

“Good,” Rowdy murmured, his hand moving from one breast to the other. “I have to go into the city tomorrow and I won’t be back until next weekend. Let’s go to another movie. I’ll pick you up at eight-thirty and we can skip dinner.” His mouth covered hers and he started kissing her. Soon he was sucking her lips while he massaged her breasts. Suddenly he glanced at the dashboard clock. “Hey! It’s only one. Let’s drive to Look Out Point real quick. We have another hour.”

Within ten minutes they were parked in between several other cars. Without any preamble, her seat was lowered and Rowdy was beside her. He shoved the blanket out of the way and climbed on top of her. Pulling her thighs up, he had her hook her arms around them, holding them up herself. He quickly thrust into her cunt. The wetness of his thrusts was loud in the silent vehicle. That was all that cum he’d deposited earlier she realized dully.

It seemed to take him longer this time. And as he continued moving in and out, she felt her body being stimulated. She realized that she was going to climax and she didn’t want to feel pleasure. He was using her against her will, she argued. Enjoying it was wrong. But soon her hips were meeting his and once her body contracted around his, Rowdy gave a shout. He jerked his hips forward, shooting the last of his seed high into her unprotected womb. As he pulled out, she felt him push the pillow under her once more.

He slid back into his seat, restoring his clothes to neatness, and then running his hands through his hair. “Just lay flat until we get back to your folks’ Mary Louise.”

On the ride, she nervously began closing all the buttons on her dress. She hoped it wouldn't look none the worse for wear. Outside her home, Rowdy kissed her cheek and said he’d see her in a week. 

Mary Louise ran into the house and straight up stairs to her bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she strained, wondering if she got the sperm to run out more quickly this way. But other than peeing, nothing happened. Disgusted she cleaned the makeup off her face. Her reflection showed that her hair had once again suffered and was poofed up and sticking straight up in the back. Wetting her fingers, she tried dragging them through that section, to smooth it down.

She was asleep almost the instant her head hit the pillow. She didn’t stir when her mother crept in thirty minutes later and placed a pillow under her hips.

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Mary Louise Ch. 03



Beyond Redemption

The next week at school passed slowly. She argued with her mother about the clothes and wanted the old ones back, but her parents' stuck together and refused to back down. Come Friday, her breasts seemed extra tender and she felt every dip in the road, painfully with reverberating bounces. 

All day long it seemed like people were looking at her differently. She told herself that was ridiculous. But the final period came and on the way out of the room, Tom Garth, who'd been their varsity quarterback, stopped her.

"You want to go to a movie with me tonight, Mary Louise?"

Mary Louise knew her mouth dropped open. He'd never before talked to her! Before she could answer, he went on.

"I thought we could double date with Donny and Karen, like you did last week."

Suddenly she knew exactly what he was thinking. Shaking her head side to side, she mumbled quickly. "No, I can't, sorry." She started walking away when he grabbed her arm.

"How come? Are you going steady with that guy?"

"Uhm, no, but—"

"Then come on. I'm sure I can show you as good a time as you had with him, probably even better. I know what women like."

Mary Louise gasped in surprise. Not like she needed further clarification, but now she knew precisely what he wanted. "I can't. I have to go now or I'll miss the bus." Turning she ran skipping the stop at her locker and running straight to the bus.

Kenny moved her book bag to the seat in front of her and sat down.

"Hey! That's for Karen!" "I saw her. She's riding with Donny, lucky stiff. Turns out she's been giving him a blowjob on the ride home every day. He said next week he's going to start picking her up for school too."

Mary Louise looked with horror at Kenny. It was her worst nightmare. Poor Karen. Donny must be blackmailing her to get her to do this. Had he threatened to tell everyone? It didn't matter now because it seemed everyone knew about the double date last weekend. Even more depressed, she realized she had a date with Rowdy tonight. Angrily she turned to stare out the window. She was almost home when she saw in the window's reflection that Kenny had been staring at her chest. Looking down she saw that her unbound breasts were behaving quite predictably to the bumpy ride. Barely settling down between jolts, her breasts seemed to be constantly moving.

She was beyond grateful when it was time to get off the bus. She was not happy that Kenny got off with her. He caught her arm as she started towards the walkway to her house.

"I've got time to come in and study, if you want."

Mary Louise jerked her arm away from him. "I don't want, and I certainly don't have the time. Good-bye!"

She ran to her room and threw herself on the bed. Crying and crying, she realized her life couldn't get much worse. She'd thought her haircut was bad...

***** "Mary Louise? Hey sleepyhead! It's time for your injections. Roll over! Good girl! Now I need you to give me a urine specimen in this cup for the doctor. I'm going to drop it off for him to test. It will save us a trip in."

Mary Louise got up and went to the bathroom. Giving the cup to her daughter, Jeanine added. "Take your shower and get ready for your date, honey. Rowdy called and there's been a change of plans. He is picking you up at seven, so hurry. I'll lay out your clothes."

After her shower, Mary Louise sparingly applied makeup, having let her mother show her how several times the past week. Her hair was easy to care for, she reluctantly had conceded. But just looking at her reflection made her regretful again at the loss of her lovely long hair. She ran one hand over the temple area and ear. She could feel that it was growing back already. What had been completely bald and smooth two weeks ago was growing in and felt fuzzy and soft. Perhaps by the end of summer, it might be three-quarters of inch long, or more. With luck, come the following year, her hair should be below her ears in time for the start of school. That would be livable, she decided.

Slipping on the dark-blue dress her mother had chosen, she realized it was slightly more dressy in the silky material than the others, but it still had the rounded collar and pleated skirt. The buttons were covered in the material, and over all she thought it looked nice, for an old lady! Again there were the thin anklets and a new pair of flats, shiny and polished. She wondered if Rowdy had told her mother he was taking her someplace special?

Starting downstairs, she was decisive that tonight she was telling him that she wasn't making out with him anymore. Well, just kissing, but no sex. It was wrong and she'd wanted to wait until she was married. She paused as she recalled that until recently she'd been dreaming it would be Barry she'd marry. He would be the one she happily gave her virginity to. Instead she'd lost it in a car, to a man she hardly knew, but that her parents obviously approved of.

"Tonight? She's already there?"

Mary Louise stopped again as she heard her mother's voice. When she listened for a second voice, but didn't hear one, she realized she was on the phone.

"Bob took it with him and I'll call as soon as I know. All right, well good luck. Bye."

Mary Louise waited a few seconds. "Mom, I'm ready."

Her mother came from the living room to see her. "You look lovely dear, quite grown up." Jeanine walked around her slowly as she stepped forward. "You're doing good with your makeup. It's still light, but that's fine." She lightly touched her daughter's hair, stopping as she felt the rasping hair growth at the nape. "Oh dear. I hadn't realized it would grow so quick."

Mary Louise smiled. "I'm glad. I was afraid it would take forever to grow out."

Jeanine patted her daughter's arm. "Don't fret about it, dear. Oh, there's the door. That must be Rowdy. He is so sweet. Always on time!"

"Good evening, Mrs. Walters. You're looking radiant this evening."

Jeanine flushed under the handsome younger man's praise. "Thank you, Rowdy. Come along, Mary Louise. Your young man is here."

"Hello, Mary Louise," Rowdy greeted her with a light kiss on her cheek. "You look lovely tonight."

"Thank you," she replied as Rowdy took her elbow.

"Have fun, you two!" her mother called out as they walked to his car.

Mary Louise saw that Rowdy was again driving his father's sedan. She was quiet, as she got in, not sure how to bring up the subject she needed to discuss with him. He didn't leave her anytime though as he began to tell her about the busy week they had at the corporate office in the city. It only took a few minutes before they were turning down a long, tree-lined drive.

"Is this—"?

"Yeah. We're having dinner with my folks tonight. Your mom thought it best to keep it a secret in case you worried. This way there's no time for jitters."

Quickly she was ushered inside. A butler answered the door this time and she reluctantly surrendered her sweater. Rowdy led her into a large room, which she was the living room, decorated with scattered sofas and chairs. A tall man who resembled Rowdy was standing for the mantle over the fireplace and she recognized from last week his father, Frank Davis. There were two sofas on both sides, and a woman was seated upon each one, but only one stood.

Helen Davis came towards them quickly. "Hello, Mary Louise. How lovely to see you again! Welcome to our home."

Frank came over and stood by his wife. "I was just telling my aunt that it had been years since I last saw you young lady. I believe you were playing on the floor in your father's office. You've grown to be quite a lovely young woman."

"Thank you," Mary Louise murmured, still in shock at seeing his parents so soon, let alone a formal, family dinner. Frank and Helen turned and gestured to the elderly woman still seated on the sofa. Frank spoke, taking Mary Louise's elbow in his hand. "Come and meet my aunt, dear."

When the gray-haired woman looked up at her she was immediately struck by the cunning and brightness she saw in the older woman's eyes. Frank started speaking again. "Aunt Lily, this is Mary Louise Walters, the nice young woman Rowdy has been seeing."

Mary Louise held her hand out as she'd been taught. Aunt Lily took the hand firmly as she stared at her. She could feel the old woman's gaze move from her head to her toes, assessing everything about her. Desperately she hoped her nipples weren't poking through on the dress!

"Hmm. It's good to see you don't cover your face with a lot of hair and makeup like so many young girls do these days. Are you in school?"

"Yes, ma'am. I graduate high school in about eight weeks."

Aunt Lily nodded twice. "Good, good. It's always good for a woman to have some education."

Mary Louise bobbed her head up and down quickly. "Yes, but I won't be able to go to college until a year from this fall. I have to lay out and work a year first to help with the cost."

"Well, time will tell. That's the most important thing for a young woman to attain—patience."

Helen interrupted. "Rowdy, you and Mary Louise can take that sofa and I'll sit here with Aunt Lily. Frank, dear, would you ring for the cocktails?"

***** It was past ten-thirty by the time they finished dinner and left his father's house. When they were out in the car, Rowdy loosened his tie as he spoke. "Whew! An evening with Aunt Lily is like a year with the Spanish Inquisition."

"Does she travel with her own torture devices?"

"Ha! Good one. We still have a couple of hours. Let's go catch a movie."

Mary Louise nodded her head, relieved that they wouldn't be alone in the car. Inside the theater, Rowdy chose seats in the balcony, back row. Scattered around she saw a few other couples. Since this theater featured the new double seats, there was no armrest between them and Rowdy put his arm around her shoulders. As the movie started, he shifted them slightly so she rested more on his chest. His hand, that had been on her shoulder, slid down and right onto her breast. Immediately he began rubbing and massaging, then playing with her nipple. He seemed to like catching it between his fingers, and then flicking it rapidly. Or twirling it and then pulling on her nipple until he actually tugged her breast upwards from her chest wall. He'd release it suddenly and watch the breast jiggle and bounce.

Every so often he'd lean over and kiss her deeply, letting his tongue find hers. As usual he sucked and chewed lightly on her lips. When she glanced down one time she saw that he had a big bulge at the front of his trousers. She knew what that was.

"Hey look, Mary Louise," Rowdy said a few minutes later. "There's your friend and Donny." Seated in the next section, but just a few rows down, it looked like them. Except you couldn't see the girl/woman's face because she was on her knees in front of the man. The way the man's head was lolled back on the chair and his hands curled in her hair on either side of her head indicated what was most likely going on. "Oops," Rowdy went on. "Looks like I picked the wrong time to notice, huh?"

Mary Louise flushed at seeing her friend like that. Even though it was dark, no one could be in doubt as to Karen's bobbing head and what it was doing. Quickly she turned away to look at the movie. She heard Rowdy chuckle beside her.

"Does that bother you? Embarrass you? Do you want to do that? Perhaps I should teach you how now."

"No, no, there's no need. I'll just watch the movie," Mary Louise mumbled back quickly, facing forward.

Rowdy chuckled, leaning down and kissing her ear. "There's every need, my sweet, and it grows harder with each passing moment." He reached over and took her hand. He ignored her pulling away and brought it over his lap. Pressing down, he lowered her hand to his cock. Her fingers trembled as she touched him. "God, Mary Louise! That feels so good. Unzip my pants and take it out...go on." Mary Louise shook her head, but her hands did as he asked. She soon held his hard cock in her hands. She felt the velvety soft skin in her hands, below which she felt the additional steel muscle. Almost unconsciously, her touch changed. Her curiosity made her wonder about his...her mind stumbled over what to call it. She knew what he wanted her to do. Karen did it so it couldn't be that bad, she argued silently. Without saying a word, she slid off her seat and onto the floor. Moving between Rowdy's thighs, she felt his surprise.

In the dim and flickering light, she saw his hard maleness. It seemed longer and bigger than she'd thought. How had it ever fit inside her? Would it fit in her mouth? Lowering her head, she licked it a few times to start before she slipped her lips around the head. She wiggled her tongue and then she felt Rowdy's fingers in her hair. He was pulling her upwards, and then pushing her back down. Quickly she understood and starting bobbing up and down, letting her lips drag over the fleshy rim each time. Above her, Rowdy's fingers dragged through her curls and he groaned.

Suddenly he was pulling her up, turning her around and then with her legs spread, he dragged her onto his lap. She felt his hands on her fragile panties and they ripped easily. Surprised, she felt her own wetness as his hard rod thrust inside her again. For a long moment he didn't move, just held her in place with his hands clutching her breasts, still covered by her silky dress. Slowly he started rubbing her breasts and then pulling on her hard nipples. Finally his hands moved to her hips and he whispered in her ear.

"Not a sound!"

One of his hands eased down onto her clit and he worked her quickly until her hips were jerking out of her control. Mary Louise covered her mouth with her free hand as she felt her body lose control once more. Rowdy's manhood was going wild inside her—she could feel its eruptions jetting wildly. It seemed to last a long time but soon his hands returned to her breasts, holding and lightly massaging them. He stopped her from moving.

"Wait." He whispered. "I want to stay inside your cunt for as long as possible. I can still feel your pussy trembling." He accompanied his words with squeezes and bounces to her breasts. 

It wasn't until the credits started to roll that he slid her to the seat once more. He handed her his handkerchief a moment later. "Here. Better mop a little before we go." Mary Louise felt her face flame as she realized that his cum was indeed leaking out of her. She'd been right in thinking he shot more cum in her than usual. She barely got her skirt down before people started walking past them. Donny saw them and pulled Karen with him down the row directly in front of them.

"Hi! You guys want to join us for a snack." His arm was draped over Karen's shoulder and his hand groped her breast, squeezing quickly. "Karen helped me build up an appetite."

Mary Louise saw Karen's bright flush but her friend didn't look at her. Rowdy laughed beside her. "We saw the activity going on. You inspired Mary Louise to try it, Karen. Thanks."

Karen's head lifted and her eyes met her friend's. Mary Louise was already blushing.

Rowdy stood. "That sounds good. Lead the way and we'll follow."

A small all-night restaurant was open just up the street. It was a popular spot for moviegoers, so it wasn't surprising that it was filling up as they arrived. Karen and Donny were already seated, but as Karen saw Mary Louise, she suggested they go to the Ladies Room. As soon as they were in the small bathroom, Karen pushed Mary Louise in front of the mirror.

Mary Louise gasped. Her hair was wild. Rowdy's fingers had acted like a brush does on a tight perm. Her lipstick was gone and her lips were swollen. Just as she thought it couldn't get worse, she saw that her dress was horribly wrinkled directly over each breast and her nipples were poking straight out.

"Oh my God! I look like some kind of whore!"

Karen hugged her. "No you don't. Let's potty and then I'll see if I can't pat your hair down."

While Karen pressed hard on her curls, she held a cold paper towel to her lips. Both things helped a little, but there was no disguising the wrinkled dress front. Hopefully the place would be too busy for anyone to notice. Unfortunately, returning to the table they discovered a group had formed and three tables had been pulled together. Seated beside Rowdy once more, she recognized quite a few of the people as kids from school. At the far end of the table, Barry was sitting with two of his friends. It turned out they had been at the movie as well.

"I ordered you a piece of cake and a cup of coffee, honey," Rowdy told her, draping his arm around her.

"I shouldn't have another dessert tonight," she protested.

Karen added quickly, in support. "Yeah, Mary Louise and I both watch what we eat closely."

"Mary Louise doesn't need to worry about that. I don't care if she puts on a little puppy fat. It's bound to happen. Gives a guy more to hold onto."

All the guys laughed, but Mary Louise felt herself blushing brightly. Was it just she or was all the talk sexual anymore? Conversation did finally change and she ate her chocolate cake, deciding she might as well enjoy something. As she did so, she became aware that Barry was staring at her. She tried hard not to meet his gaze. A couple of times though she saw him staring at her breasts, glaring. She could almost read his thoughts and she shivered.

Rowdy moved his hand down and cupped her breast. "Cold, sweetheart? I'll warm you up on the way home."

After that she didn't look up once. Or at least not until they were walking out and Rowdy stopped her as they neared Barry. She saw Rowdy reach into his suit pocket and out came her fancy panties he'd ripped off. Handing them to Barry, he smiled.

"You should try harder, next time. It's usually worth the effort. And Mary Louise was definitely worth it."

Mary Louise turned and walked quickly out of the restaurant. She couldn't believe what he'd just done. That was as good as hanging a sign out that she'd had sex with him. She was breathing hard by the time she reached the car, and as soon as the electric key opened the door, she got in. By the clock in the car dashboard, she saw it was one-thirty and was glad he'd be taking her home now.

She held her tongue until they reached her house and he pulled into the drive this time instead of on the street. He switched off the engine and turned to look at her.

"Okay, what are you so mad about?"

Mary Louise gaped at him. "My God! How can you even ask? You gave Barry my underwear! Did you want to tell the whole school I was no longer a virgin? Those who didn't know about last Friday will know after this."

Rowdy shrugged. "I don't care who knows, and I didn't like the way that twerp kept staring at your tits."

"How could he help it the way my dress was all wrinkled? And suddenly my mother doesn't want me wearing a bra!"

"I noticed and it's nice," Rowdy added. That only made her madder.

"I don't think we should have sex anymore." Mary Louise said on a rush.

Rowdy smiled slowly. "Oh really. Why the change?"

"I didn't want to have sex until I was married."

Rowdy moved across the seat towards her. "Maybe, but it's one of those things that is pretty impossible to stop once you start. It's funny that way. My dad says it's like the old parable of trying to put the animals back in the barn after the fire. It's just too late."

He moved onto her seat and it reclined slowly.

"No, Rowdy," Mary Louise said quickly, but his arm was already across her waist. 

"I'm just going to show you something, Mary Louise. The human body tends to desire things, once it experiences them. You can go decades without, but once you've tasted the nectar, it's pretty impossible to go back to the way things were."

Mary Louise felt the cool air on her chest and realized that while he had been talking he had also unbuttoned her dress to her waist. He had folded back the edges and was stroking each breast, back and forth. "A girl like you, Mary Louise, well you've got needs. Take your titties here. Pretty boobies, as far as most boobs go. But yours are extra sensitive. You can tell by the way your nipples are always sticking out so proud and impudent under your clothes. It's like your nips shout, here I am, look at me. See how suck able I am, they shout, bouncing and jostling back and forth. Watching you walk is like poetry in motion. Right breast—bounce, jiggle, and bobbles side to side where it bumps into the other tit, and starts all over. Then the left feels ignored and unloved, it is soon jumping to the same tune. Bounce, wiggle, and shake over and over. Now they want to be hurt."




Mary Louise Ch. 03



Mary Louise shook her head. He couldn't be right. But then he moved his mouth down and started to suck at each breasts. She could feel herself slipping away...deeper into the whirlpool of sensations. Cool air washed over her thighs and she felt his hand a moment later.

Rowdy easily found her clit and started to manipulate it. He didn't slow down or pause as she came upon her climax. He let her slam into it head on, crying out each time. Mary Louise lost track of how many times she climaxed. She was exhausted and tears ran down her cheeks when he finally moved over her and thrust between her widely splayed thighs. She lifted her legs and put them around his hips, holding him tight and making his withdrawal more difficult. The ache inside her needed to be filled...Oh God!

She came once more as she felt his ejaculations inside her. Over and over his cock shot thick, heavy wads of sperm into her body and it felt like her cunt, as he called it, sucked it up, every drop. When he was finally done, he pulled out of her immediately. Her body reluctantly let him go with a loud, wet slurping sound. She saw him dry his cock off on her skirt before he zipped up. He was turning on the engine when he looked over at her, where she was still sprawled, thighs apart, and half-naked.

"It's two, Mary Louise, curfew time for all good little girls. You better get inside." The seat started to right itself as well.

Hurriedly she opened the door and started to get out. She was standing just outside when she felt a tug on her skirt. Looking back, she saw Rowdy using her skirt to wipe the car seat. As soon as he released the material, she stepped away and slammed the door. Running around the car, she heard him call out as she neared the front door of her home.

"Don't forget to cover up those gorgeous knockers, sweetheart!" In horror, she drew her dress top together and rushed through the front door. She was glad to see that no one was awake and ran up the stairs. Quickly she undressed and went into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, she got inside and started washing. It didn't make any difference really...she had nothing to help her wash on the inside, her soul, where it mattered. 

Exhausted, she fell into bed, not caring that her hair was wet. As she waited for sleep to come, she could feel the mini contractions still happening deep inside her body. It was as if once awakened to her passionate core, it refused to slumber. Was this normal? Or was she some kind of slut? Maybe she was simply crazy.

***** Rowdy didn't call the rest of the weekend and Mary Louise began to wonder if he had "dumped" her now that he'd gotten what he wanted. It made sense, in her chaotic thoughts though.

The next week passed quickly. When Friday came and no call from Rowdy, it confirmed her thoughts. She refused to think about it though, burying herself in constant study. Seeking help from the school counselor, she started applying for full scholarships to different schools. Maybe something would come through and she could have her miracle. She would go to college in the fall, and her stupid haircut would have grown out some, so that wouldn't be too bad.

The second and then the third week went by and Mary Louise was beginning to think her life could return to normal. Her mother had stopped her shots, but started with some "horse-sized" pills from the doctor. The day before graduation she was so excited to get home that she didn't mind that Kenny was particularly obnoxious on the bus. They'd had to attend school right up to the last day because of new school policies meant to keep kids out of trouble. She didn't mind because she enjoyed learning. And today was really special.

Running inside, she called out for her mother. "Mom? Are you home?"

Jeanine came from the living room almost immediately. "Darling! There's no need to yell. I have some good news for you, so come into the living room and sit down."

Following her mother, she was surprised to find her father already there. It was early for him to be home. "Hi, Daddy. I have some good news!" she told excitedly.

"That's great, Mary Louise, but let your mother go first. Then I understand there will be a lot to do between today and tomorrow." He smiled at her so she nodded and sat on the sofa, beside her mother.

Jeanine reached over and took her daughter's hand. "Your father and I are quite happy, and I am sure you will be as well—"

"Are we moving? You have enough money for me to go to college? That works out great because my good news is that I've been awarded a full scholarship to City College for this coming fall!" Mary Louise grinned looking from her mother to her father. Slowly her smile faded as she saw that they weren't returning her smile or sharing her joy. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be excited for me to get in a year early. It won't be free, but almost. I shouldn't have any problem keeping my grades up and I promise I will dedicate myself to doing really well."

"Oh dear," Jeanine murmured softly.

Bob shook his head. "I thought we had decided you definitely would wait a year, Mary Louise."

"I know, but I talked with a counselor at school, and she found some special scholarships that I could apply for. I only found out today and that's why I didn't want to get your hopes up. It's been hard enough on me, trying to keep quiet."

Jeanine patted her daughter's knee. "I'm sure it has, sweetheart. Well, let me tell you the other news first, and then you'll understand our reactions better. Remember your doctor visit yesterday? You're pregnant, honey! Just a little over two months! Isn't that exciting?"

Mary Louise could hear a rushing in her ears and felt her mother hugging her. She was sure she had not heard correctly. She started shaking her head side to side. This couldn't be true. Surely she would have known...her last period...Oh God! No!

"No!" she shouted out loud, jumping to her feet. "No! This can't be happening to me, not now!"

"Calm down, Mary Louise," Bob told his daughter sternly. He'd never been completely comfortable with the idea, but he also knew there was no other answer.

"I'm going to college in the fall. I can't have a baby."

"Sit down, Mary Louise," Jeanine pulled her daughter back down onto the sofa. "Of course you can have this precious baby. It's something all women can do and we're lucky to be able to do so."

Mary Louise said the dreaded word a moment later. It was something she abhorred philosophically, but when it was staring her in the face—

"Abortion!"

"Never!" her father shouted.

"Certainly not, Mary Louise. How can you even think such a thing?" Her mother reached over and patted her tummy. "This is your baby, and our grandbaby. Soon you'll feel him or her moving and before you know it you'll be nursing the precious bundle of joy."

Mary Louise could feel her dreams slipping through her fingers. She tried one more thing. "Adoption?"

"No!" Jeanine spoke sternly. "I suggest you go upstairs and take sometime to think this over. You are a grown up now, Mary Louise. Obviously you made the decision to have unprotected premarital sex. We are not judging you darling, but you have someone else you must put first from now on. You can no longer be so self-centered in your outlook. It's time to plan ahead for the future. Your baby's needs now come before yours."

"And your husband's, of course," her father added a moment later.

Mary Louise turned to look at her father. By the look on his face it was obvious that he was not supposed to have said that. Shaking her head, she spoke. "I'm not getting married."

"Yes, darling, you are, and that's final. There is no way the Walters-Davis' heir is being born out of wedlock." Her mother stood and walked a few feet away.

Her mother's phrase echoed around in her head and something was trying to make sense in there. "It isn't Rowdy's baby," Mary Louise said quickly. "It's a boy I met just once. I don't even know his last name."

Jeanine laughed harshly. "Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart. Of course it's Rowdy's baby and no one else's. Normally we might be upset for you having anticipated your wedding vows, but when young people are in love...well, we understand."

Okay. Now she knew her parents were certifiably crazy. Rowdy hadn't contacted her for like six, or was it eight weeks now. No way he loved her. As for her...that was something she was not going to deal with.

"Now go upstairs," her mother instructed firmly. "And put your books away for the last time and then take a nap. We have a very hectic day tomorrow with your graduation and all. Go on, dear."

Mary Louise was sure she didn't sleep one wink last night. She tried to call Karen twice, but her mother said she wasn't home. She ate breakfast quietly, watching her father read the newspaper while her mother worked on a list of some sort and fussed about little things. She'd try her friend again mid-morning, she decided.

Her mother had gotten up to refill her father's coffee cup. On the way back, she stopped behind Mary Louise. A second later she felt her mother's fingers in her hair. It had grown almost two inches and with a lot of work, she'd been able to blow-dry the top almost smooth. Jeanine dragged her fingers through the tangled mess, pulling it out to its full length. By the time she finished, Mary Louise had a three-inch high curly ball encircling her head.

"Oh dear. Look at the mess this has gotten into? You should have said something to me, Mary Louise. Well, good thing I booked an appointment with Lou this morning."

Mary Louise froze. "Mom, I don't need a haircut. I'm growing it out."

"Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart. You can't graduate and everything today, or have pictures taken with that ragamuffin mop. Aunt Lou will tidy you up once again."

"My cap won't fit right if we cut it now!" "We'll use a few extra bobby pins. Now where was I on the list...oh yes? Bob, remember to get your suit from the dry cleaners this morning. Mary Louise and I have an appointment at the dress shop to get her dress."

"I don't need a dress mom. Everyone dresses casual under their gowns."

Jeanine shook her head. "We want you to look extra pretty today. Now you go shower and get dressed. We need to be at Lou's by eleven."

She walked into her aunt's beauty shop a few minutes before eleven. Lou called out to have a seat. The place was quite busy, but then it was a Saturday morning and graduation morning as well. There was only one empty chair, so her mother took it and Mary Louise wandered around. She was still thinking that maybe she could convince her aunt to spare her hair. It was worth a try. Glancing down the beauty shop, she noticed that one of the chairs was being turned around to face her direction. She gasped as she saw that it was Karen in the chair. 

Tears were running down Karen's face. Her pretty long locks had been cut to a ragged chin length bob. As Mary Louise watched, everything from two inches above her ears was sectioned off and was clamped at the top of her head while clippers were buzzing off all the hair below. God! It so resembled her own poodle cut that Mary Louise felt dizzy for a moment.

"Mary Louise! Come sit down, dear. There's a chair free."

In a daze, she turned and walked towards her mother. Sitting down, her gaze went back to Karen. The stylist had cut all the hair now below the two-inch line to almost bald. From this distance, Karen's hair was so light that you couldn't see any stubble. That's when her mother noticed.

"Oh, look, there's your friend Karen. Ah, I see she's getting her haircut finally. I've spoken with her mother a few times about how nice and easy your cut has been. I wonder if they are going to perm it or not. This is exciting—watching to see how it shapes up, isn't it?"

Mary Louise thought exciting wasn't a word she'd use. A few seconds later she saw shaving crème applied to Karen's head and all the unseen stubble was removed. Then the clip at the top of her head was released and her hair fell down, nearly concealing the razor's aftermath. Quickly the stylist combed the hair so carefully that it was all evenly distributed around her head from the center, and no part. Then just below the newly shaved hairline, she begins to cut again. Without pause, the scissors make a circle of Karen's head. Thick, blunt cut fringe now covers only the top half of her forehead. Then the stylist begins to cut the hair so it is even thicker and rounded as it covers the bald areas. 

To Mary Louise it looks like Karen has a big, blonde bowl on top of her head. The stylist asks Karen to shake her head, and the hair fluffs up more, but still stays neat. Mary Louise realized that her friend's hair looks like a "muffin-top." She cringes for the humiliation and embarrassment her dear friend was going to experience.

The cape is removed and Karen stands. Her mother rushes over to feel her baldhead. "Oh, it feels so nice. You look sweet, darling, now come on, we have a lot to do!"

When Karen and her mother reached them, Karen didn't meet Mary Louise's eyes. She didn't blame her, remembering how she'd felt immediately after her scalping. Mary Louise resolved to call her friend when they got home.

"Mary Louise! It's your turn, dear!"

With trepidation much greater than her previous visit she walked slowly to her fate. Seated once more in her aunt's chair, her mother and aunt discussed her hair. 

"The curl didn't hold like I thought it would, Jeanine. It should have been tight enough so that it couldn't be blown straight. I think we should try something else."

"A different cut? Shorter? Bob mentioned something called a man's flattop. He told me it would be shorter on the sides and back, tapered up, and then perfectly flat and box-shaped on top."

"Well, that is an option. It certainly isn't a very feminine cut, especially if you put in the landing strip."

"What is that, Lou?"

Lou motioned with her hands on Mary Louise's head. "This is all flat, usually only one-fourth to half an inch maximum length across the top, forehead to top. Then you run the clippers in the center, straight back. Some even shave the landing strip. It can be wider, leaving only a horseshoe semblance of hair along the outer edges."

Mary Louise felt her heart stop. Surely they couldn't cut her hair like that. She might as well be bald!

"But Jeanine, I was thinking more along the lines of a different perm solution, and perhaps going half-inch shorter. I have a newer one. Sometimes a perm doesn't take at all on virgin hair like hers, which has never been colored or treated in any way. But this second one should be fine. Oh, and I checked with the manufacturer, it's perfectly safe to use, at this time."

Her one hope of escaping another deadly perm just died. It wasn't fair. That didn't seem to matter and within a few seconds, her hair was flying all over the place as her aunt cut. The clippers roared to life, and zoomed up and down. Then came the smaller size one, tapering the hair quite short. Next the scissors cut the rag mop on top back down to two inches, followed by the perm rods. Her aunt was quite pleased to announce she had brand new ones, the tiniest size yet.

"It is guaranteed to make the smallest curl possible! It narrows in the center, see," Her aunt announced with glee, holding one up.

Jeanine helped with the papers and in record time her hair was wrapped and solution drenching it all. Cotton wool, some rods for keep the curlers straight, plastic covering everything and heat completed the set-up, and then she was left to cook, so to speak. Over and over she kept replaying the scene with her parents. Pregnant. Aunt Lou obviously knew, so she had to guess other family members knew. The more who knew the worse it would be when she—

What? What could she possibly do?

Slowly she thought back over the last two months, and specifically the last weeks. She had never missed her period before so it surprised her that she had not noticed. Her breasts had seemed bigger and definitely more tender, with the nipples constantly hard. Since she seemed to be aroused a lot of the time, she had explained that away. It didn't help allay the arousal, but several times, late at night, she put her hand between her legs and touched herself like Rowdy had.

Before too long, she was rinsed and cut to her former short glory. One inch long hair curled back on itself in half-inch curls, topping a "short back and sides" her aunt called the change she made to the lower cut. The cape was removed, and she thought she was done.

"No, Mary Louise. We need to shave, remember."

Immediately she was aware of people around turning to see who in the world would shave anything on their head in a beauty salon. Her aunt carefully applied the hot lather and shaved up an inch across the nape and sides, including over her ears, and temple area. Next her aunt whisked away with a brush like they did with a man's cut, applying powder to the shaven area. 

Feeling embarrassed, humiliated at her haircut and feeling as if everyone was staring, she walked out of the salon with her mother while her aunt called out she'd see them later and good luck.

The dress didn't surprise Mary Louise, although the color did. It was almost white, except in some light it was the palest, pearl pink material, and it was silky and draped to every curve. It had the usual collar; short sleeves, not puffed this time, and was high waisted, ending just below her knees. Back home her mother showed her the new matching flat shoes, anklets and panties.

"Mom? I really think I should wear a bra," Mary Louise told her mother as she looked at the clothes.

"You don't have any dear that would fit. You've gotten quite a bit bigger since the last bra you did wear. None of mine would fit, sweetheart, because I wear a B cup. I'm only guessing, yet I'm sure you are at least a D cup. Of course I'll be buying you some nursing bras before too much longer. You'll start wearing one around the eighth or ninth month, depending."

"Depending on what?"

"Leakage, darling. You'll probably need some pads to absorb the wetness. When I was pregnant with you, I could actually express milk from my breasts during the entire last month. Now you get your shower and don't get your hair wet. I'll be back once I've gotten dressed and made sure that your father is presentable. Then we'll do the graduation and have the celebration dinner afterwards." "All right Mom," Mary Louise told her quietly. It all sounded so normal. Except for the horror of the breast pads and leaking. She couldn't imagine how awful it would be if she started to drip breast milk, especially wearing dresses like this. It would be stuck to her breasts and her nipples, and the material was not at all absorbent. Shaking her head she went into the shower.

***** Mary Louise finished before her mother came back, and after fixing her makeup, applying very little, she went downstairs. Coming around the corner to the living room she stopped abruptly. Seated on the sofa was Rowdy Davis. He seemed relaxed, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his thighs, but something in the set of his jaw said otherwise.

For a moment she was struck by how good-looking he was. That was something she'd not really cared that much about previously, she realized. Rowdy was handsome and very muscular and well built. He was the kind of guy most girls wanted to date. His hair seemed a little longer, maybe a little darker, and fell forward onto his forehead. She must have made a noise because he suddenly looked up and saw her. He jumped to his feet.

"Mary Louise, hello. I didn't hear you."

"That's okay. You can sit down. Uhm, what are you doing here?" she hoped her nervousness didn't show. Abruptly she realized there was one last hope for her dreams of college. She waited tensely for him to answer.




Mary Louise Ch. 03



"I'm riding to your graduation with you and your folks."

"I didn't invite—"

"I know, but your parents did. My parents are going separately, and bringing Aunt Lily."

Mary Louise couldn't say for sure, but she thought Rowdy seemed a little nervous. "Why are your parents coming? They hardly know me. Is there someone in the class they know?"

"No, it's because of you." He smiled and looked for a moment like he had the first time she'd met him. "You look very pretty. That's a different kind of dress isn't it?" Mary Louise felt herself flush at the question. She had made the same observation, and her mother had pointed out that it was technically her first maternity dress. Since it was high waisted, it already had some room for her burgeoning belly. Now, Mary Louise just barely stammered a reply. "Yeah, just a little. Uhm, you really don't need to come to this. It's going to be boring."

"No, it will be fine. One of those once in a lifetime things," he grinned but Mary Louise got a sinking feeling that for her it most likely would be her only graduation. "So how did the last few weeks of school go?"

Mary Louise moved towards him, but sat in a chair so he couldn't get beside her. "The usual, but my grades didn't drop. I won a scholarship to City College." She threw the fact out to test his reaction. So far it looked like nothing had changed since she'd last seen him.

"Wow! You must have had great grades to get that."

"Sort of, although it isn't...where did you go?"

"Stanford for my undergraduate and then to Harvard Business School for my masters' degree."

"Oh, I see. Very good schools in comparison to poor little City College."

"An education is what you put into it, not what they shove at you." Rowdy added quickly.

Mary Louise was surprised that he said that. It didn't fit her image of him. "Well, I like to learn. When I was little, I was often in my dad's study, pulling out the encyclopedias. First I just looked at the pictures and then I started reading them. Once I finished the World Book my parents' bought me the Britannica. It wasn't until I was in high school that I realized what a truly wonderful present that had been."

She looked up from her hands, which she'd been clasping and unclasping in her lap. Rowdy was staring at her. He didn't turn away either, not right away. It was the sound of footfalls on the stairs that made them both look away. A few seconds later, Jeanine entered the living room.

"Here you are, Mary Louise! I'm sorry it took me so long to get ready, sweetheart. But you look lovely dear. Don't you think she looks nice, Rowdy? Positively glowing!"

Mary Louise flushed at the blatant delving for compliments by her mother.

"Yes, Mrs. Walters, Mary Louise does look beautiful, in fact."

Mary Louise thought she heard something strange in his voice, but she pushed it away. She didn't want to have kindly thoughts or feelings about Rowdy right now. She needed to know how much he knew and if she could convince him to refuse to marry her, no matter what anyone said, or threatened. If only...her hopes began to lift.

***** Mary Louise threaded her way through the throng of her fellow soon-to-be graduates, looking for Karen. She already had her gown on, and her cap had been assiduously pinned to her hair by both her mother and Aunt Lou. Finally, she saw.

Karen was seated away from the others, staring down at her cap. She didn't notice Mary Louise until she tapped the cap on her friend's head. Karen's head jerked up and there was no missing the tears on her friend's face.

"What's wrong, Karen?" Mary Louise asked instantly, sitting down beside her. Reaching into the pocket of her gown she pulled out a few of the tissues her mother had pushed in a short time earlier.

"Everything, damn it all!"

Mary Louise moved back a little, shocked at her friend's words. She never cursed, or hardly ever. "What is it? You can tell me."

"Can I? Would you tell me everything? Even if it was a dark, dirty little secret?"

Mary Louise paused at her friend's onslaught. She started to say yes, but she had not yet told Karen either of her news. But then she'd tried to contact her. Nodding her head, she spoke. "I tried to call you. I called twice last evening and again this morning. Your mom said you were out."

Karen looked surprised. "I was home, but under house arrest." "Sounds like me. I'll go first I guess. I won the City College scholarship."

Karen yelped and hugged Mary Louise. "That is fantastic. You won't have to wait. I am so happy for you."

Mary Louise shook her head side to side. "Don't be because I can't accept it. I'm pregnant. My parents refuse to consider the alternatives and insist I get married to avoid any scandal."

Karen's face changed slowly. "Oh no! Me too. I just found out yesterday morning. That's why I wasn't on the bus. My parents are demanding I marry Donny and not go away to school in the fall. They were horrified at the mention of abortion and acted like I'd gone insane when I suggested adoption."

"What about Donny?"

"I've only talked to him for a few minutes. His dad has gotten him a job on the line already, and my folks are going to convert the big room over the garage into an apartment for us."

"Geez, sounds like its all planned out doesn't it?"

"And you?" Karen asked.

"Rowdy suddenly appeared this afternoon in our living room. Said he'd been invited to my graduation by my parents, but he never mentioned anything else. I'm hopeful I can talk him into refusing to marry me. Then my parents would have to see my way."

"You know what I think, Mary Louise?"

"No, Karen, what?"

"That night in the Davis' sports utility vehicle...we both did more than get royally screwed! We fucked up our entire lives!"

Both girls cried and laughed as they hugged each other.

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The conclusion is very long and I'll put the rest up there in a week or so. Thank you very much. Please email me if you want more stories like this. 



Mary Louise Ch. 04



Chapter 4

New Life Coming

Mary Louise was glad the whole thing was almost over. Diplomas had been passed out and no one had tripped. The last thing was the reading of scholarships and grants. Since she wasn't paying attention, she didn't hear what was said.

"Mary Louise!"

"Mary Louise!"

She heard several of her fellow graduates saying her name. "What?"

"The principal called your name. You need to go up."

Knowing it was a mistake, she shook her head but they all insisted. It wasn't until she was onstage that she saw Donny and Karen had already been called forward as well. Suddenly she got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The principal spoke again. "At this point I'm handing off to Judge William McFarland."

Applause welcomed the well-known local judge. "Thank you all very much. Now, to get down to business so we can get on to the multitude of parties I've heard that are planned for tonight." Everyone laughed. "Rowdy, please join us. Three of this years graduates and one former graduate, have consented to share this important moment in their lives with all of us. They are beginning new lives tonight, in many ways. Let us begin..."

Mary Louise froze in place. This could not happen...it wasn't real. Then she heard the judge asking if the men took the women...as in a double ceremony. Rowdy was holding her hand and then a slender gold band slid onto the third finger of her left hand.

"You may kiss your bride, gentlemen!"

Rowdy took her shoulders and turned her to face him. His hand was gentle beneath her chin as he tilted it. The kiss was soft, gentle and merely a pressing of lips. As he released her, the whoops and catcalls caught her attention. She turned and saw that Donny was tilting Karen way back over his arm and French kissing her. When they stood back up, Karen's cap was askew and her lipstick smeared.

The judge shook their hands, and then announced they had to come backstage for a few minutes. The four newlyweds entered the small office and the judge followed. The judge's assistant was already there and began pointing to all the places that had to be legally signed. Almost too quickly, the judge was shaking each of their hands.

"Congratulations, you young people, and good luck!"

Rowdy took her elbow. "Come on. Our parents are all waiting out front. They had seats together."

They were stopped along the way and her cap and gown commandeered. Then she was walking beside her husband...HUSBAND! The word felt foreign in her head. As soon as they reached the two families, everyone started hugging and kissing Mary Louise. Rowdy's Aunt Lily pulled her down onto the chair beside her.

"I knew you had the right stuff to tame that wild boy the minute I laid eyes on you. You're like me, Mary Louise, pioneer stock. No matter what life throws at you, you survive."

The old woman then announced she was ready to have her dinner. Where were they taking her?

*****

The door to the small motel room closed behind Rowdy, and he set the small suitcase down. There hadn't really been time for plans. They had nowhere to live yet, and Aunt Lily had insisted they not stay at either of their parents' for the night. That's how they came to be registered as "Mr. and Mrs. Rowdy Davis" at the Right Way motel. There was no such thing as a honeymoon suite here.

Looking around the room, she saw the room had a full size bed, and small round table with two chairs. Opposite the bed was a television stand holding a thirteen-inch television. At the far end of the room was the bathroom. Walking further into the room, she turned to face Rowdy. He was making the same perusal of the small room and obviously coming to the same conclusions as she had.

"If this is their best, I'd hate to see their worst," he quipped. Picking up the suitcase, he carried it over to the open closet, which was really just a wooden rod strung from the ceiling outside the bathroom, opposite the bed and down slightly from the television. There was a suitcase valet to rest the case on as you unpacked. On the far wall was a small dresser and desk.

"This isn't how I thought I'd spend tonight," Mary Louise said quietly.

Rowdy laughed. "I imagine not. I assume you know everything now. I wasn't sure earlier, when we were talking in your living room. It's good that it's all out in the open now and no more pretending and so on."

Mary Louise watched as Rowdy opened the suitcase. She didn't know what was in it because she had not packed it. Her mother had suddenly produced a suitcase, announcing that it was Mary Louise's, and there was room if Rowdy wanted to put a night and day's clothing in it. As she watched, he pulled out trousers, shirt, underwear and socks. There also was a pair of swim trunks and cotton shorts if tomorrow was hot. The next thing he pulled out was a silky nightgown. He held it up by the straps, looking at her over the top.

"Very sexy. Quite different from the other attire." He hung up the dress and sweater her mother had packed. He also pulled out a one-piece swimsuit, which he set along side his in the drawer. When he pulled out two pairs of lace panties, he grinned. "I'm glad your mother didn't make all of your clothes so staid."

Mary Louise had just sat down on the bed. "How do you know my mother picked out the clothes?"

"Who else was going to do it? Certainly not your father. You caved awful easily when they got rid of your other clothes. I would have thought you'd fight harder to keep them."

"What do you mean? What did you mean earlier about getting things in the open? What things?"

She saw the moment Rowdy froze. His whole relaxed demeanor was instantly gone. He looked at her slowly.

"You have to know what's been going on. You're a bright girl, Mary Louise."

She shook her head, not liking the implication in his words. "I must not be. I don't know what you're talking about. None of this is making any sense. You talk like some kind of game, or deception has been going on? Or a con, or a scam put over on some poor unsuspecting sucker."

Rowdy shook his head, but she saw the flush moving up his neck. He looked guilty. "I wouldn't call it a con."

Almost instantly, Mary Louise knew that is exactly what had occurred. She had been fooled somehow, and by someone. She didn't like the feeling in her stomach all of a sudden either. "Since I wasn't one of the 'cons' I guess that makes me the sucker, the naïve, trusting patsy." She took a deep breath, hoping she was wrong. "So what is it? We aren't really married? None of this was real. I'm not really pregnant!"

"Mary Louise, you aren't a sucker. But you are naïve and trusting, and those are not bad traits."

"In other people, right?"

"You are a very sweet, genuine and trusting person."

"I don't care. Which of those aren't true? I'm not pregnant?" She repeated that one first.

Rowdy shook his head. "No, Mary Louise, you are definitely pregnant. There have been two pregnancy tests to confirm it."

"Two!" Thinking back she remembered the test where she peed in the cup and then her shots had stopped. The second must have been at her yearly physical yesterday. "What were the shots my mother was giving me? What kind of pills have I been taking?"  

"Don't get upset. It was all perfectly safe and monitored by a doctor. The shots were fertility drugs."

Mary Louise couldn't breathe. Her mother, and most likely her father, had knowingly given her shots to make her easily conceive. All that had been needed had been the—

"How did you get chosen as the sperm donor?" The words seemed to fall out of her mouth. They weren't polite or proper. "Why didn't they just drug me and use a turkey baster to inseminate me like some damned cow? Why did I have to get pregnant?"

"Mary Louise, please, calm down. I never would have said anything but I thought you now knew."

"Oh, yes, that sounds so much better. I could have gone on just thinking fate really had it in for me. No luck or good breaks for Mary Louise."

"There's no need to have a pity party."

Mary Louise did the only thing she could think of and grabbed her shoe and threw it at her new husband.

"Hey!" Rowdy shouted as he barely dodged the leather missile headed straight for his skull.

"Tell me what else I don't know. What is the purpose for this charade? Surely not just to get me pregnant. What could my being pregnant with your child...how could that benefit anyone?"

"It is a bigger picture than that. That was just the first step. It was all about the business, and the fact that our fathers' needed capital, and quickly, to invest for expansion to stay competitive. The banks wouldn't loan it to them, and they were unable to get enough with adding mortgages to the houses. The only person, who had the kind of money like they needed, and without the strings, was my Aunt Lily. But she is a wily old bird."

Rowdy walked towards the bed, tentatively sitting down, with a few feet between them. "You see her father began the business. My grandfather, her brother, took over when my great-grandfather died, but Aunt Lily has never cared for the way it was run, not even after my dad took over. Several times though she said she might invest if I took over the daily management, allowing my father a graceful way out by becoming a board member."

"So why didn't you just do that? It seems simple enough."

"Well, I was in no hurry to settle down, but she said if I were married with a child on the way and took over, she'd consent to the loan."

"Why didn't you marry one of your many girlfriends?"

"We didn't have enough time."

Mary Louise had guessed the answer in her heart, but hearing it hurt. She was convenient, malleable and easy to manipulate. Obviously Rowdy would have preferred one of his regular women. She'd seen some pictures of him with different women, all of whom had long hair, beautiful faces and bodies. So why...?

"Oh my God!"

"What is it, Mary Louise? Are you okay?"

She laughed. "That's a funny thing to ask, now!" She reached up and touched the short curls. "Aunt Lily. This is how she wears her hair. You cut my hair to please her!"

"Not exactly, honey. We were stuck on how to proceed. How to convince Aunt Lily you would be the right girl and then your mother was looking at some photos of her. She came up with the idea of duplicating her look, but just making it a little younger. Hopefully she would see herself in you."

"The hair, the dresses...the b-baby!" her voice broke. For the first time she saw the life inside her as truly that—a unique, separate individual who was slowly growing until it was ready to be born. Not only had they manipulated and deceived her, they had done it to this innocent child. She ran from the bedroom to the bathroom and barely made it before she vomited into the toilet. Flushing the toilet she realized that it had been her job to protect this vulnerable being and she had failed. She sat on the tile floor and leaned against the tub.

She pressed her face to the cool porcelain. They could write loser on her forehead as well as sucker. Worst of all she had to be a coward not to have defended her child against all this. Maybe this baby would be better off if she lost it—

The running water in the faucet caught her attention. She turned her head and saw Rowdy was wetting a washcloth and then wringing it out. He squatted down in front of her, passing her the rag.

"These bathrooms weren't made for more than one occupant at a time." Rowdy suggested wryly.

"Well, not more than one on the floor at a time. Standing could be different."

Rowdy chuckled. Several times, when he least expected it, Mary Louise would make a sarcastic remark and make him see the humor. He'd been fighting the attraction between them from the very beginning. Desperately he tried to keep this on an impersonal level. He knew it sounded stupid, but if he could keep his heart out of it, then he thought he might be able to get through it. 

That's why he'd stopped seeing her. She was getting to him. He was thinking about her all the time. Being with her, despite her inexperience, had been sweeter than almost anything else he'd ever experienced. Seeing her today, now, he was beginning to suspect it was already too late to keep his heart out of it. 

Sure his body desired her and that had not lessened one iota. If anything the desire he felt for her had grown. That last time in the car, hearing her so pompously announce there would be no more sex...it was as if she were saying she didn't need it. She could live without being with him sexually, and she would be fine! He'd shown her all right. And he'd shown himself just how much he wanted to be with her!

Mary Louise started to stand and realized she still had just one shoe on. She slipped it off and got to her feet. Rowdy walked out of the bathroom first and she followed after first rinsing her mouth out using one of the glasses by the sink.

"This may seem silly, but are you hungry? It's been quite a while since dinner and I didn't see you eat very much." He questioned, moving towards the bedside stand, where the phone and phonebook were.

"I guess I am," Mary Louise replied, surprised to discover that she was.

"Why don't I order a pizza?"

"All right since they've probably shut down their haute cuisine room service by this time of night."

Rowdy had picked the phone up and was dialing when her words sank in. He was laughing when the pizza place picked up. They quickly decided on their selection and heard it would be just twenty minutes because they had another delivery at the motel.

"Do you want to get ready for bed and I'll wait for the pizza. Maybe there's something on the television."

Mary Louise nodded and took her makeup bag and nightgown in with her, closing the door. She carefully removed her makeup and showered. If he didn't find her attractive without, that was his tough luck.

Find her attractive? Good Lord! She realized that she was considering sleeping with him...making love with him tonight! Was she crazy? Maybe she needed to schedule an appointment to have sucker tattooed on her forehead. Still she lingered in front of the foggy mirror, looking at her reflection. Why had she had taken the time to not only shave her legs and under her arms, but also she'd quickly snipped off her pubic hair and shaved that all off as well? Ever since she'd realized that Rowdy was completely smooth, she'd gotten the idea that perhaps she should consider it. For a final touch, she dabbed the perfume her mother had packed behind her ears. 

She was almost ready to open the door when she took the perfume again and dabbed a tiny amount at the top of each thigh, just on the inside. Feeling like a "bad girl" and not sure if she cared, she opened the door and walked out.

TAP! TAP!

"Pizza Delivery!"

Mary Louise saw Rowdy open the door, but there was no delivery guy there. He stepped out onto the walkway and she heard him call out.

"Small world, isn't it?"

Quickly she set her things down and ran to the door. Stepping outside, she was surprised to find not only Rowdy, who was in just his trousers, but also Donny, who was dressed in a ridiculously patterned pair of boxer shorts, and peeping out the door of the room next to theirs and wearing an over-sized t-shirt was Karen. And of course, a confused pizza delivery guy stood partway between the two rooms now.

Donny was grinning. "Cool. Guess you guys been busy working up an appetite too!"

Mary Louise flushed as she watched the pizza man look from Karen to herself, at the two men and then back to her. Hurriedly she realized that she'd run out here in her scanty nightgown. She turned on her heel and went back in the room. Seeing Rowdy's shirt draped over a chair, she pulled that on and went back out.

Rowdy turned, looked at her and then muttered just loud enough for her to hear. "Barn door and the animals?" Glancing at the deliveryman, he asked. "I hope you have two pizzas there, one for each room?"

He looked confused, but he glanced at the two tickets and realized that was correct. Donny paid for his and then Rowdy passed over the money for the one he'd ordered. After the deliveryman left, Rowdy turned back towards his room.

"Do you two want to join us?" Donny called out. "We've already got the preliminaries out of the way so we're gonna watch a movie."

Mary Louise looked at Rowdy, who was still facing her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but she turned and walked back into the room. As she moved through the room, she could hear Rowdy refusing politely. A few seconds later, she heard the motel room door close next door. As she slipped off Rowdy's shirt, it was the door to this room that closed. Walking to the desk chair, she draped his shirt across the back of it. When she turned around, Rowdy was setting the pizza on the table.

She pulled the covers down on her side of the bed. "Should we eat at the table or in bed?"

"If you grab a couple of towels and some washcloths, we can eat in bed without too many crumbs."

Mary Louise turned and got the towels from the bathroom. When she returned, she saw that Rowdy had turned on the television. He flipped to the pay-per-view channel. "You want to see if anything looks good and I'll get some ice and sodas at the machine."

She glanced at the selections, and then went around and pulled down his side of the bed. As she made it back to her side, the door opened. Rowdy came in with his arms full of more towels, sodas and a canister of ice. "Wow! I'd say you hit the mother lode."

"The woman at the night desk took pity on me."

Mary Louise shook her head. "More likely she took a look at your bare chest and she got faint." She went to take some of the things from his arms. Something in the way he didn't move caused her to glance up. He was staring at her.

"Do you get faint at the sight of my bare chest?" he asked her, his voice hoarse.

Mary Louise shook her head negatively once more. "Considering this is the first time I've seen it, I don't have enough information to give an educated opinion."

Rowdy laughed. "Honest. I appreciate that. Any good movies on?"

"There's an old comedy on that I know is good. Risk free."

"Sounds good. Climb into bed and I'll play waiter."

Two hours later they were lying side by side as the movie ended. The lights were out and the bed cleared of the dinner. 

"That was a lot better than I thought. Tracy and Hepburn. You watch a lot of old movies?"

"I love old movies, all kinds."

Rowdy used the remote and turned the television off. He rolled onto his side to look at her. Mary Louise was intensely aware that he was only wearing a pair of jockey shorts with a famous name on them. She may have had sex with him several times, been incredibly intimate with him and carrying his baby, but his near nakedness unnerved her. He was built like an athlete and handsome enough to be advertising the underwear he had on. His sun-bleached hair was kind of spiked in different directions at the moment, but he was still sexy.

"Did I tell you how pretty you look in this nightgown?"

"No, but you don't have to tell me that now."

"Well, I think you are. You turn me on. Even dressed from your neck to your knees, you make me hard." Rowdy lightly traced his finger down the neckline of her nightgown. He paused before he reached her nearest breast. Instead of continuing as she expected, he lifted his hand and pressed it flat on her belly. "I thought it would turn me off, thinking about this," he patted her belly. "I can't tell at all, can you?"

"I had no idea, but now that I do...I have put on some weight. But since I didn't have any tight fitting clothes, I didn't notice. Do I look fatter?"

Rowdy lifted his head to stare down at her. "Do I look stupid?"

It took Mary Louise a few seconds to catch on before she smiled and shook her head. "No, you don't. I'm scared."




Mary Louise Ch. 04



"Of what? Me?"

"No, of the baby. Giving birth. Even taking care of a baby. I don't know if I can do it."

"You aren't alone, you know." Rowdy told her.

"I know, but what do you know?"

Rowdy laughed. "I meant your mother, and mine."

"But it's my responsibility. I have to feed him." Mary Louise pointed out with a pained patient tone.

Rowdy grinned and he moved his hand. Without hesitation he pulled her neckline down until the nearest breast popped free. "Now that's something I can help you with."

"You mean feeding at night?"

"Sure, that too. But for the prelims, as Donny said, I'll help toughen your nipples up. You know, for nursing."

"You assume I will breastfeed."

"Won't you?"

"I don't know."

Rowdy shook his head. "Forgive me, but talk about a waste of mother nature. If ever I saw a woman made for having a baby, you are it."

"Just because I developed overnight...oh my God! This must all be due to those shots!"

"You mean it's all gonna disappear?" Rowdy asked.

"I guess that gives me all I need to know," Mary Louise said quickly, feeling hurt.

"No, it doesn't. But I'm also not one to waste my opportunities," Rowdy grinned at her and then lowered his mouth to her right breast. He growled as he nuzzled here and there, rubbing his nose and then his cheek against her tender flesh.

"You haven't shaved lately," she murmured a moment later.

"You don't like that?"

"I didn't say that. I just pointed it out."

Rowdy didn't answer. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, leisurely licking the tender bud once he released it. Sliding up her body, he pressed a kiss to the side of neck. Suddenly, he sat up in the bed. "Sit up," he told her.

Mary Louise sat up and let Rowdy move her so her back was to his chest and his legs straddled her bottom. "What's this for?" she asked him, not sure what he had in mind yet.

"Shh, I'll show you. Now close your eyes."

Mary Louise closed them, wondering why. She didn't have too long to wait. Rowdy's fingers lightly touched the nape of her neck where it was really smooth.

"Smooth," he whispered. A moment later she felt the wet flick of his tongue. "The best way to test for smooth. Now, this is different." His fingers dragged up the back of her head, going against the grain of her hair. The one-quarter inch hairs seemed to move individually, and each one bent and then fell back into place. And every nerve sent a frisson of reaction to her spine.

"Oh, my God!" Mary Louise fell back against him, unable to stay upright.

"You like that? Did you notice the feeling when the clippers were running up and down?"

"No, I was too upset each time. I didn't want it cut."

Rowdy used both hands and ran his fingers up and down the bristles across her nape, sides and up to the crown. "I like this," he murmured. "It feels like a dark auburn fur pelt, or velvet."

Mary Louise groaned as she realized what he meant.

"And it will be easy to care for with the baby," he added. He kissed the side of her neck. Below her earlobe, he sucked and lightly bit the skin, purposely making a "hickey" on her pale skin.

In the back of her mind, Mary Louise remembered hearing her mother, or was it her aunt, saying something almost the same, the first time it was cut. Then Rowdy moved his fingers again, ruffling all the little hairs again, and again. With Mary Louise still collapsed against him, he slid his hands down. It was easy to pop her other breast out of the nightgown.

"Like I was saying earlier," Rowdy took hold of her nipples. "For breastfeeding, a woman's nipples need to be prepped before hand so they don't get too sore."

"How do you know this?"

"My mom gave me a book on pregnancy for dads. Of course, my eye caught on the section dealing with breasts."

"You went to the glossary and looked for all the places in the book that talked about breasts?"

"Yeah, but I still found a helpful part. Now let me continue, please." Rowdy lightly pulled and twisted her nipples. When they were very tight and hard, he rubbed his fingertips across the flat, rubbery tips very quickly. 

Mary Louise sighed loudly. Maybe this was for the baby, but she was getting aroused the more he talked about everyday things, but continued to play with her breasts. She could feel his hard manhood pressed against her and she wondered how much longer he could hold out? Deliberately she flexed her hips forward and back, and then side-to-side. The way his fingers paused in tugging she knew he wasn't immune.

A few seconds later, he resumed his work. "Uhm, where was I? Oh, yeah, sucking can be helpful, but should be discontinued close to delivery. So we have quite a bit of time for that one. I could make this a project...approach it like a business problem. Plan how many man hours needed, and so on."

"You mean like work it in on your lunch hour. Note on calendar for Tuesday noon: go home and suck tits." Mary Louise added, finding it harder to concentrate, but still surprised that she had just said that.

"Hmm. Suck your pretty titties. Kiss your luscious bubbies. Squeeze your magnificent knockers. Tug and pull on these long, hard nips."

For some reason, Mary Louise felt even bolder all of a sudden. "I did something while I was in the bathroom," she murmured very quietly, barely above a whisper.

Rowdy smiled, kissing her neck and then rubbing his cheek against her hair. "What was that? Take a shower?"

"Yes, and I shaved my pussy."

Rowdy's hands froze almost instantly. She could feel the tension in his body. It unnerved her. She had not expected him to react so...so...she wasn't sure how he was reacting. Two seconds later she had her answer. The silkiness of her nightgown aided Rowdy in his movements. She was spun around to face him, her legs pulled across his and then he pushed her gently down onto the bed. His face looked so intent...chiseled that for a moment she was scared. He flipped her skirt up to her waist. She heard the air blow out of his chest.

"You don't like it?"

"Why?"

"I saw that you were. I did some research."

Rowdy's hands touched her upper thighs, just resting there for a long time. His voice rasped as he spoke. "This is the first time I've really seen you...beautiful." Ever so gently, he trailed his fingers across her bald mound. "You had a pretty bush, Mary Louise. Let me show you what is ten times better done bald." 

Rowdy shifted away from her, but only for a few seconds. When he returned, she felt his breath dance across her wet pussy lips. "Rowdy, no!"

"Oh, yes, my sweet wife. Now just lay back and play with your boobies while I play down here!"

She cried out as he spread her lips, hood and found her clit. The surprise was that it wasn't his fingers she felt but his tongue. She didn't grab her breasts but tried to pull him up. He lifted his face for a moment, smiling at her. She saw the wetness on his cheeks and chin.

"Now, now, Mary Louise," he admonished. "Here comes the best part," he then whispered, blowing across her clit. 

His tongue returned and she felt him insert fingers inside her...body. Her mind struggled with what was happening. Then as his fingers wiggled around inside her, his tongue elicited more wild and erratic responses from her body. She called out his name several times. His fingers moved and began a rhythmic pressing or massage. It wasn't long after this that she orgasmed wildly. She cried his name as she felt a rush of liquid flood out, and was dimly aware of Rowdy easing lower down slightly to lick her pussy lips.

Soon she felt him kissing her freshly shaven mound while his big, warm hands skimmed the sides of her thighs and hips. He kissed her belly and belly button, and worked his way to her breasts. Each nipple received a slow long and drawn-out lick with his tongue. Then she felt his heat pressing against her. She didn't feel his shorts, wondering when he'd slipped those off. Without his asking she tilted her hips and received his thrust, which was deep and sure. She welcomed him and eagerly met each one. Finally, he jerked forward and filled her with his seed. Hot jets of cum pooled inside her cunt. 

A few seconds later, Rowdy pulled out and dropped to the bed beside her. He breathed in deeply, amazed once more how good it felt to be inside Mary Louise's body. Closing his eyes, he let the moment take him. God! He felt great!

"That was fantastic!" he spoke quickly.

Mary Louise heard his words and agreed that physically they were compatible. He could arouse her and make her come, which she knew was more than a lot more than many people had these days. A moment longer she told herself savoring the sensations. Then in the quiet, she heard sounds coming from the room next door.

"Ride me, hot mama. Ride me hard!"

She recognized Donny's voice. Beside her she felt Rowdy shift on the bed.

"Shake those little titties! Yeah, that's it. It's coming! I'm gonna fill your cunt with cum. Oh yeah, Karen!"

Mary Louise didn't move for fear of causing Rowdy to comment. It embarrassed to think Karen might have over heard her own passionate cries moments earlier. She couldn't remember for sure, but she knew she had been loud and unrestrained. Then the bed shifted beneath her as Rowdy rolled towards her. Their eyes met as he whispered.

"Thin walls." His eyebrows lifted tellingly as he shrugged.

Before either of them could say anything else, they heard more of what was going on next door.

"Oh...oh yeah! Come on and pump daddy's cock! Let daddy fill you with lots of baby-making sperm!" 

Donny's laugh is heard, and then, "No more condoms until junior is here! Yippee! Ride 'em cowgirl! Yee-haw!"

Mary Louise knew she was blushing as Rowdy grinned at her. Pressing his finger to her lips, he went "shh." Then he started whispering. "This reminds me of my senior trip in high school, which I hear they have since stopped. There was a lot of this kind of thing going on the second night. It was a motel kind of like this, walls so thin you could hear every single thing going on in the next room." 

Rowdy paused, winking at her before he went on. "I went down and bribed the night manager to go banging on the doors where we knew stuff was going on. He'd yell 'manager' and when the door opened, a bunch of us that had gotten together on this adventure would yell something like 'are you drinking in there?' and 'the cops are coming,' and my personal favorite was 'do you have an under-age girl in there?' We caused quite a stir at one in the morning."

"Did the cops come after all?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, and thus ended the senior trip for all future generations."

Mary Louise smiled. "I didn't know you were in that class. They are infamous. There was the group of guys who skipped the SAT tests to attend a golfing outing and got caught by a couple of their fathers, who were there with the principal."

Rowdy lifted his hand, flushing. "Guilty."

Mary Louise smiled. She added the other story she'd heard. "The worst prank was that they appropriated the principal's new sports car and hid it."

"Yeah, they got a wrecker that lifts the whole car and moved it to a used car lot on the far side of town. It was almost sold, which didn't go over too well."

"And if I remember right, their dads' bailed them out."

"Yeah. It's amazing what a few well-placed or well-heeled fathers can manage when it's almost graduation day and the cap and gown's been rented, not to mention the first year's tuition already paid at a prestigious university."

Mary Louise saw something in Rowdy's face for a split second and then it disappeared. She wondered if it had been a case of not enough parental attention and love, which led to acting out in an attempt to get attention. 

"Oh, God! Yeah. I'm coming...I'm com—"

Rowdy laughed as they heard Donny again. Mary Louise reached out and covered his mouth with her hand.

"Shh!" she whispered quickly.

Rowdy winked as he kissed her hand. As her hand lowered, he grinned. "Did that embarrass you?"

She nodded.

"We could make some noise of our own or we could doze off for a while." Rowdy suggested with a grin.

"You mean talk?"

"I mean talk during. Maybe like 'oh, Rowdy, harder,'" he told her, in a high-pitched voice. When she giggled, he went on. "And 'ooh, baby, bounce those big round bubbies for me.' More along those lines."

Mary Louise shivered. Every time he used "dirty words" it got her hot or turned her on. All of it though was making her crazy. He leaned close and whispered to her.

"You know what I thought was really sexy? In the movie theater, and you sat on my lap. I could find a movie for us to watch—"

"You want me to..." she looked down his body.

Rowdy chuckled. "Yes, again, but not tonight. Let me find a movie," Rowdy took the remote and switched on the television, scanning the adult channel the motel offered. "Lots of interesting titles: 'Girls on Fire,' 'Tropic of Passion,' and 'Double D Desires.' No art films here." He pressed a button and set the remote aside.

"Now?" she asked quietly.

Rowdy arranged the pillows against the headboard. "We sit and watch for a bit."

Leaning against the pillows, Mary Louise looked at the television. The movie had already started and she saw a man and woman seated beside one another aboard a plane. She felt Rowdy's arm come around her shoulders. 

The man was flirting with the woman, who was dressed in a gray, single-breasted suit, buttoned to v-shaped lapels. Beneath it she wore a silky, bow-tied blouse in pink. Her blonde hair was in a smooth knot at the back of her head. Her glass of wine was refilled as the couple chatted. When she fanned her face with her hand, he suggested she slip her jacket off.

Mary Louise felt Rowdy's hand lightly stroking her shoulder and then her neck. Seconds later he was rubbing up and down the short, clipped hair on the side of her head.

On the television screen, the woman untied her bow and then undid the top three buttons. The man continued flirting with her, running his fingers up and down the opening of the blouse. He told the woman, "I'm going to the first lavatory. Knock three times, if you want to join me."

Mary Louise giggled. "How silly! Two people can't go in together."

Rowdy leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Just watch."

Back on the small screen, the lavatory door opened just a few inches after the third knock. A hand came out and pulled the woman inside quickly. A moment later, the screen filled with the occupied sign. Then it showed the man and woman kissing passionately. His hands ran up and down her back, and then came around until he cupped her breast. She moaned as he undid a few more buttons and then he jerked her bra and blouse down.

Mary Louise gasped as two really big breasts popped out. She'd had no idea the woman was that large? Rowdy's hand was cupping and squeezing her left bosom in a steady rhythm. She was surprised to notice for the first time that both her breasts were exposed.

The man on the screen was really squeezing and pushing the woman's breasts together. He moved down and started to kiss and suck on her nipples. Mary Louise found it impossible to look away, and she told herself that is what she wanted to do.

Rowdy was moving her and she went along. Soon she straddled his thighs, facing the foot of the bed, and the television. She could feel Rowdy's hard rod between their bodies. When he asked, she lifted up and the head of his cock split her pussy lips. Relaxing his grip so she was lowered to his lap, he entered her completely and his hands grabbed a breast each and pulled her backwards to rest against his chest.

On the television, the man had turned the woman and she was bent over the sink now. Her skirt was shoved up over her ass, her hair had fallen down and her boobs were hanging loose and swinging with every bounce and shake of the aircraft. His hands stroked her thighs and ass, and then ripped off the g-string panty she wore. Over their heavy breathing, the sound of his zipper was really loud. Almost immediately, he was thrusting into the woman's pussy. Over the intercom, the pilot apologized for turbulence and the camera really focused in only the woman's wilding swinging boobs. But that stopped as his hands came up to squeeze them hard. Then he started really thrusting hard against her body.

Mary Louise groaned as she listened to the woman speaking in the movie. 

"Ooh, fuck me! Give it to me...baby! Harder!"

Rowdy held her tightly, squeezing her breasts. "She doesn't have any trouble expressing her needs. Do you know what they call this Mary Louise? Doing it in the airplane."

Mary Louise shook her head side-to-side. "What?"

"The Mile High Club. We'll have to take a trip sometime and join the club."

"I can't believe people really—"

"Oh, yeah, sweetheart. They really do. And if we were lucky, we'd get some turbulence too." Rowdy started bouncing on the bed, flexing his hips. His hands moved to her hips, and he began easing her up and down. His cock thrust in and out, wet, squelching, juicy sounds denoting each move. "I want you to use your right hand, Mary Louise, and start touching your clit."

Mary Louise stiffened, shocked at his suggestion, and then not. A few seconds later, she slid her fingers over her wet mound and between her lips. Her clit was already swollen and eagerly awaiting some attention. Closing her eyes, she eased her fingers around the sensitive bit of flesh, finding her trigger and then pressing it without pause. 

"Oh, God! Rowdy!"

"Yes, that's it pretty baby. Work it! Tell me what you want!"

In disbelief, Mary Louise heard her voice call out loudly. "Fuck me, Rowdy!"

"Where, honey? Where does little mommy want it?" he prodded relentlessly.

"Fuck me. Fuck my cunt! Please!"

"Oh, yes, baby! God yes!"

Mary Louise felt Rowdy's cock flex inside her while her muscles were still contracting and shivering in her own climactic reaction. Seconds later, his groan proceeded his cum shooting out and filling her cunt. His hand covered her breasts and he held her tightly against him as their bodies calmed. Soon his fingers were lightly tweaking, pulling and flicking her nipples. For some time, neither moved.

Rowdy knew he'd died and this was Heaven. His cock was still inside Mary Louise...his wife's cunt, and he could feel little aftershocks and explosions going on inside her. It surprised him to feel these wondrous sensations. He was also aware of how wet it felt between their bodies. It did feel like he'd shot of gallon of cum into her, by the dampness he now felt. A smile curved his mouth as he realized that tomorrow Mary Louise would have his seed leaking out of her for most of the day, especially if he made another deposit in the morning. Like many men, he often woke up with a hard-on in the morning.

He paused as he realized that he now had a lovely wife to poke that stiffie into each morning. What a great way to wake up and start each day! He wanted to take her doggie style soon. Just like the woman in the movie, Mary Louise's tits would feel huge in that position. And they'd probably swing and bounce like crazy. 

He moved his head and his cheek rubbed against the velvety soft pelt of her clipped hair. He hadn't mentioned this earlier, but he liked the idea of buying a set of hair clippers and clipping her hair for her. They could keep it neat and tidy in between visit to a salon. According to her mother, it had gotten pretty long the last few months and he really like the short hair. It surprised him how sexy he found it.

That brought his thoughts around to the fact that Mary Louise had not known the truth. Her parents had stated they would tell her on Friday, when she got home after the final day of school. It had never been considered that he be the one to tell her. Everyone had agreed it should be her parents together, or her mother for most of it. He remembered over hearing his mother on the phone to Mrs. Walters Friday evening when he had picked up the receiver to make a call himself. What was it they had said again?




Mary Louise Ch. 04



"You told her, Jeanine?" Helen Davis asked.

"Yes, Helen, right after school. I'm afraid she shocked us first though."

"What do you mean?"

"Somehow, all on her own...well one of the counselors from school helped. She was awarded a full scholarship to City. She was very resistant and non-receptive to learning of her pregnancy. I was surprised, but she apparently had no idea at all. It was like she never considered the possibility." Jeanine Walters shuddered audibly.

"What happened?"

"I ended up telling her it was time to grow up because she had someone else to worry about right now, and then I sent her to her room."

"Oh, dear!"

He should have guessed from her reaction to him in the living room and the dazed way she went through the wedding ceremony. Undoubtedly it had all been a surprise to her. He paused as a strange thought entered his head. Would he have released her had it been his decision alone?

As he thought, Rowdy inhaled deeply. The scent was the perfume he'd noted on her earlier, along with her unique smell he'd come to recognize and now the strong musk of sex. No, he wouldn't release her. It was impossible now. With his cock still nestled in her soft, wet heat, he knew peace and that he was home. How could he let that go?

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